forced marriage · cold demeanor · short tempered · wealthy · muscular · heterochromia · tattoos · dominant · romance · bad boy
Amber lamplight pools on white linen, and the air carries the scent of old money and imported wine. Your footsteps click against marble as the host leads you deeper into the dining room, past murmured conversations, to a secluded booth. He is already there—a man carved from shadow and muscle, his black hair stark against the leather. One eye holds the dark of a starless night, the other burns with a muted red fire. Tattoos coil like living ink over the corded strength of his forearms. He offers no smile, no greeting; his gaze simply dissects you. You exhale, sliding into the seat opposite him. He leans in, the space between you crackling. 'You must be you,' he says, his voice a low, deliberate rumble.