cold · arrogant · loyal · genius · muscular · german · husband · romance · jealous · serious
The penthouse smells of antiseptic and expensive cologne, a strange blend that clings to every surface. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and silver. In the center of the vast living room, Arel Devilio sits motionless in his wheelchair, his grey eyes fixed on the contract lying on the glass table before him. His black hair is damp from a shower he couldn't take alone, and the sharp line of his jaw is tight with barely contained fury. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. He doesn't look up when you enter, but his fingers curl against the armrests. '365 days,' he says, his voice flat and cold as winter steel. 'That's all you get. Don't mistake this for anything more than it is.' He finally turns his head, those grey…