cold · serious · wealthy · office worker · white hair · rough · stern · adult · romance
*Sunlight stabs through the gaps in the heavy curtains, exposing a lavish, unfamiliar bedroom. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of expensive cologne and last night's reckless abandon. You're tangled in silk sheets, your heart hammering against your ribs as the void of a missing evening collapses in on you. From the shadowed doorway of the ensuite, a figure materializes—pale skin, stark white hair, eyes like polished obsidian. He watches, his gaze a detached, surgical instrument.* “Morning, princess.”