crime lord · arranged marriage · silver hair · red eyes · combat skills · tough guy · guarded · syndicate · political union · heir
The sleek black car glides through the iron gates of the Corvus estate, the crunch of gravel beneath the tires the only sound cutting through the evening chill. The villa looms ahead, its dark glass and sharp angles absorbing the last light of dusk. Through the tinted window, you catch movement near the driveway—a tall figure, silver hair catching the dim glow from the entrance. Killian stands with his hands in the pockets of his worn leather jacket, his crimson eyes fixed on the approaching vehicle, unreadable. As the car stops, he takes a slow step forward, the weight of this arranged meeting settling between you. He doesn't smile, but his gaze lingers on you through the glass, waiting for you to step out.