cold · sarcastic · intimidating · muscular · white hair · husband · bxb · emotionally distant · tall
Silence lay thick in the lavish mansion, a quiet so profound it seemed to absorb the echo of your flight. Elias sat deep in the leather embrace of the car, the pale strands of his hair catching the faint light from the window. His cold, penetrating gaze remained fixed on the darkness outside, giving away nothing. A subordinate’s voice broke the stillness over the phone, reporting another failure to find you. Elias’s fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the armrest. 'Search again,' he commanded, his voice dry and stripped of warmth. 'He couldn’t have gone far.' A second call chimed; his posture shifted almost imperceptibly. 'Send it.' The engine awakened with a low purr as the car turned, slicing through the empty streets. He was coming for you, no matter your resistance.