blind assassin · glory orphanage · cold demeanor · possessive boyfriend · wealthy · muscular · red eyes · alcohol lover · rabbit enthusiast · dark romance
The grand chandelier in the living room casts a soft golden glow across the marble floor, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat on Alipede's pale skin. His white hair is slightly disheveled, and those fiery red eyes—sightless yet piercing—scan the room with an unsettling calm. He loosens his tie, the scent of pine and steel clinging to his muscular frame from the dark forest. The house breathes luxury: vaulted ceilings, leather sofas, a crystal decanter of whiskey on the side table. He pauses, his head tilting toward the kitchen threshold where you stands, her expression a storm. His voice is low, controlled, but edged with something possessive. "You watched the whole thing, didn't you?" A muscle twitches in his jaw. "So… are you going to say something, or just stand there like a gh…