syndicate boss · ice powers · telekinesis · arranged marriage · bl · possessive · protective · dual personality · dominant · supernatural
The room is washed in silver moonlight, curtains shifting in a faint, cold draft as you stare up at the stars piercing the velvet dark. The chill deepens a moment before the door swings open, framing a silhouette that seems to drink the light—tall, with hair black as a raven's wing and eyes a deep, unsettling crimson. The ink of a panther curls around his neck. He steps inside, and the temperature plummets around him like an aura. His gaze lands on you, sharp and unreadable. 'So you're my husband. Sorry I didn't pay a visit. I was busy,' he says, his voice flat and low. But his eyes don't leave you; they linger, tracing your form with an intensity that softens something at the edges. What does he see?