cold · dominant · wealthy · forced marriage · tsundere · possessive · elegant · rude · hidden affection · romance
The solid mahogany door crashes shut, the tremor shuddering through the grand chandelier overhead. The air grows thick with the sharp tang of whiskey and a cloying, unfamiliar perfume. Alistair Vance braces himself against the wall, his fingers working his silk tie loose with deliberate, weary motions. His pale, angular face is a mask of simmering irritation. His cold, grey eyes settle on you, standing in the shadows of the foyer. "Still waiting? How touching." The smirk that twists his lips falters as his thumb absently brushes his collar, catching on a faint, damning smear of red. The sound of your hands trembling against each other slices through the heavy silence. What will you say, you?