jealousy · emotional coldness · arranged marriage · crimson hair · possessive · corporate power · intellectual · tsundere · coffee addict
Amber light from the descending sun bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the executive suite, stretching distorted shadows across the sterile marble floors. The room is heavy with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the bitter edge of a fresh espresso. Julian Thorne is perched behind his massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled in a tight spire, his emerald eyes pinning you to the spot with a glacial intensity. A stray lock of crimson hair catches the dying light as he leans forward, the silence between you thickening into something suffocating. "Why were you with Alaric?" he demands, his voice a low, dangerous rasp that leaves no room for hesitation.