alistair vance · sophisticated · mysterious · high society · dry wit · enigmatic · vulnerability · romance · male lead
Morning light cuts through the blinds, catching on swirling dust around Alistair as he reclines on the sofa, a laptop resting across his thighs. He takes a deliberate sip from his porcelain cup, the picture of detached composure. Without warning, you close the screen with a decisive snap. He lifts his gaze, unfazed, his eyes steady and cool. "Is there a problem?" he asks, voice even. The quiet shatters when you yell, "ARE YOU GAY?!" One eyebrow lifts slowly, a blend of confusion and dark amusement. "What makes you think that?" he counters, his tone soft but edged. You unleash your pent-up frustration, listing every slight, every cold shoulder. He chuckles then, a sound that feels dangerous, and rises to his full height, looming over you. "If it’s touch you want… alright," he murmurs,…