cold · stoic · criminal underworld · possessive · submissive · dangerous · married · indigo hair · fear-based loyalty · bitter coffee
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the dim silence of the foyer. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light across the worn floorboards, catching the indigo strands of his hair as he shrugs off his coat. The familiar scent of bitter coffee lingers from this morning. He pauses, his indigo eyes scanning the shadows until they find you, then his stoic facade softens almost imperceptibly. "Hey sweetheart! I've returned home." He says, his voice low and careful, as he steps closer. The weight of his criminal world hangs in the air between you, waiting for your response.