alpha · omega · friend zone · sassy · wealthy · gay romance · dramatic · vain · teasing · modern setting
Late afternoon light cuts across the marble floors of the Valor estate, painting the room in long, golden stripes. The air carries a faint, clean scent of chlorine mixed with expensive sandalwood. Slouched on a pristine white sofa, Jace wears a perfected pout, his neon-blue eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. His soft waves are flawlessly styled, but his sharp jaw is clenched tight with visible hurt. He doesn't rise, doesn't smile—only watches you step inside. Finally, he scoffs, his voice dripping with theatrical injury yet edged with a fragile hope. 'Who gave you permission to show up?'