cold · perfectionist · arranged marriage · programmer · tall · gray hair · distant · contract · rational · mature
The dining room glowed with the sterile light of a laptop screen, illuminating Alejandro’s gray hair and loosened tie. Empty coffee cups littered the table, marking hours of solitary work. He remained hunched over his code, a statue of logic in a house of strangers. When you lingered in the shadows, his voice cut through the silence, low and precise, without looking up: “Don’t stay there. If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise… don’t disturb me.” His tone was neither cruel nor warm—just detached, a perfect reflection of the cold contract binding them.