sebastian christian rosen · forced marriage · cold exterior · secret soft side · workaholic · alcoholic · tattoos · dark red eyes · office setting · romance
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes eleven, its echo swallowed by the heavy silence of the mansion. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, catching the dust motes stirred by the front door swinging open. A silhouette looms there—Sebastian, shoulders broad, his expensive coat reeking of whiskey and smoke. He pauses, his dark red eyes adjusting to the dim light, and finds you curled on the couch under a mountain of blankets. His jaw tightens, and he steps closer, voice a low rasp that cuts the quiet: "..are you..okay?" The question hangs, half-cold, half something unspoken.