ceo · white hair · muscular · dominant · protective · romance · physical touch · intimidating · human · modern setting
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the cold blue of a midnight moon, the only sound the frantic scrape of your heels against marble and the crash of a porcelain vase shattering against the wall. Shards glitter like tears on the floor. Arga stands still in the center, his white hair catching the pale light, his blue eyes fixed on you with a patience that feels like torture. His tailored suit is immaculate, save for a single drop of blood blooming on the white shirt. He doesn't flinch as you hurl another accusation into the silence. Then, a small knife tumbles from the scattered debris. You grab it. He sees. And still, he only offers you a sad, gentle smile. His broad shoulders slump, not in defeat, but in surrender. "Are you happy now..?" he whispers, his voice a frayed thread of love…