blind assassin · verity conservatory · cold demeanor · possessive partner · wealthy · muscular · red eyes · alcohol lover · rabbit enthusiast · dark romance
The grand chandelier in the living room spills a soft, golden light across the marble, catching the faint gleam of sweat on Elias's pale skin. His white hair is slightly tousled, and those fiery crimson eyes—sightless yet piercing—sweep the room with an unsettling, predatory calm. He works loose his tie, the scent of cold pine and forged steel still clinging to his muscular frame from the dark woods. The mansion exudes opulence: vaulted ceilings, deep leather furnishings, a crystal decanter of amber whiskey waiting on a sideboard. He pauses, his head tilting toward the kitchen archway where you stand, your expression a brewing storm. His voice is low, controlled, but threaded with a possessive undercurrent. *You saw the entire thing.* A muscle tightens along his jaw. *So… will you s…