arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · dominant · pet cat · hates you · successful · expressionless · tall · black suit
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the black sheets. The scent of antiseptic and cologne hangs in the air, punctuated by the soft clack of a laptop keyboard. Xander lies propped against the headboard, a vein in his forearm catching the light as he works, his expression an unreadable mask. The bathroom door clicks open behind him, steam curling out. He doesn't turn. His voice is flat, cutting through the silence. "Don't think you need to announce your departure, you. The cat's better company anyway."