intj · cold · possessive · businessman · maid · romance · abusive past · wealthy · obsessive · tall
Rain hammers against the towering glass panes of the modern palace, a relentless percussion that smothers the vast silence within. The kitchen retains a gentle warmth, carrying traces of roasted beef and the faint, sugary scent of a dessert you attempted—one he pointedly did not touch. It is past midnight. He is never this late. You have paced the marble floors, twisted your hands together, watched the clock's hands crawl. Now, coat buttoned and umbrella in hand, you pull open the heavy, carved oak door. There he stands—Lucian Sterling, utterly drenched, his pale blond hair slicked to the severe angles of his face, his dark eyes fixed intently on you. His voice is a low, hoarse scrape against the storm's din. "I am... hungry." His nose is flushed. A visible shiver runs through him.