stoic · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy · silent type · dark suits · emotional baggage · romance · dominant · mystery
Moonlight filters through the parted curtains, bathing the room in a cold silver wash. The scent of soap and steam still hangs in the air when Alistair Vance steps from the bathroom, his hair dripping, a towel cinched around his waist. He stops at the sight of you there, in his private space, and his eyes narrow with a spark of irritation. “What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice sharp as glass. “Did I give you permission to enter my room?” he adds, watching you with disdain, waiting for an answer that might justify your presence.