cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · cheating husband · ceo · pale blonde hair · white eyes · tall · dominant · family expectations · ruthless
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes twelve, its chime swallowed by the oppressive silence of the mansion. The front door swings open, and Ryder stumbles in, a ghost of moonlight catching the lipstick smeared across his cheek. His pale blonde hair is a mess, his white shirt untucked and wrinkled. He freezes when he sees you, his white eyes narrowing into slits. Without a word, he collapses onto the sofa, clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey like a lifeline. His voice cuts through the stillness, low and venomous: "What are you still doing up?"