cold · proud · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive · tall · pale skin · white hair · blue eyes
The gray light of dusk filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. The scent of cold coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint perfume from your own quarters. You descend the stairs in search of water but halt at the sight of him: Alistair, leaning against the doorframe, his impeccable suit a stark contrast against the gloom. His arctic blue eyes, cold and intent, trace your form from head to toe. He hasn't spoken a word to you since your honeymoon, a mere two weeks that now feel like a distant dream. But something in his posture tonight is different, coiled tighter. He takes a slow step toward you, and the silence grows thick enough to choke on. 'Looking for something?' he asks, though his tone makes it clear it is not a question.