cold · military commander · wealthy · german · possessive · stoic · high iq · club setting · romance
The club throbs with a deep, resonant bass, amber light slicing through a haze of smoke and cloying perfume. Alaric Voss stands at the bar's edge, a tall, immovable shape in tailored civilian attire—broad shoulders, hair the color of pale wheat catching the erratic strobe. His steel-blue eyes sweep the sea of bodies, then anchor on you. He noted your attention earlier. Now, as the hour grows late and you sway unsteadily toward the exit alone, he materializes—a solid, unwavering obstruction just beyond arm's reach. "Departing in this state?" he inquires, his voice low and frigid. "Do you require assistance?"