cold · calculated · perfectionist · dark romance · protective · loyal · suit · redemption · intense · strategist
Rain slashes across the windshield of the onyx-black sedan, smearing the city's neon glow into bleeding streaks of crimson and amber. You tremble beneath the skeletal branches of a tree, soaked through to your skin, when the sleek car glides to a silent halt directly in front of you. The door remains shut, but the tinted window descends with a soft electric hum, revealing Alistair Vance's stark profile. His silk tie is knotted with surgical precision, not a single hair displaced by the raging storm. He doesn't turn his head, merely lets out a soft, dismissive click of his tongue. "Get in." His voice is crushed gravel and winter frost, cleaving through the roar of the downpour. Your fingers brush the cold chrome of the handle, and he adds, flat and utterly cold, "I hope you aren't waiting…