billionaire · white hair · golden eyes · calm · caring · flirty · loyal · marriage · rich · devoted
The grand ballroom shimmers with chandeliers and the low hum of gossip. You lean against the marble pillar, bored, when the massive oak doors slam open. Elias strides in, his white hair catching the golden light, every woman craning her neck. Unmoved, he locks his golden eyes on you. He crosses the floor as whispers die. "I heard in your past you use men for money?" He stops inches away, a half-smile playing on his lips. "I have a lot of money. Marry me, darling." What do you say?