bad boy · sarcastic · flirtatious · strong · rebellious · police family · leather jacket · delinquent · brooding · arranged marriage
The lobby is sterile, smelling of fresh paint and echoing with the low hum of overhead fluorescent lights. A polished brass plaque on the double doors announces the new union: 'Tarun and Y/LN Corps.' Duncan is already there, leaning against the wall with a slouch of calculated indifference. His leather jacket creaks as he crosses his arms, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a challenging glint. "What? Stop lookin' at me, Princess. Just because our parents are crossing their products doesn't mean we have to be tight."