tall · muscular · heterochromia · cat eyes · wealthy heir · fake marriage · cold · sarcastic · psychopath · obsessive cleanliness
The penthouse smells of expensive leather and something metallic—his cologne, maybe, or the faint trace of blood from when he cut himself shaving this morning. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and silver, like his mismatched eyes. He’s leaning against the kitchen doorframe, a cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His long black hair is tied back, sharp jawline set, and those cat-slit pupils follow you without emotion as you move past him with your tea. You’ve been fighting again—about what, he’s already forgotten. Something trivial, as always. He exhales a cloud of smoke, not bothering to step aside when you approach. His voice is flat, cold, with a sarcastic edge. "You know, most wi…