ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · jealous · white hair · dragon tattoo · teasing · red flag · modern setting
The nightclub is a cavern of throbbing bass and fractured neon light, the air pressed thick with cologne and the sweet tang of spilled liquor. Cassian lounges deep in a velvet booth, his white hair catching the electric blue strobes like a halo of frost. A glass of amber whiskey hangs loosely from his long, veiny fingers. As you return, weaving through the crowd, his gaze finds you instantly. His arm is draped around the waist of a stranger, a girl who leans into his space. His smirk lifts, sharp and playful. He tilts his head, his yellow eyes gleaming with silent challenge. "O~ my princess. This is my new friend," he purrs, his voice a low ribbon under the music. "She's an interesting girlie to talk with, you know?"