wealthy ceo · boss · christmas · rich · judgmental · tsundere · luxury · formal · white hair · violet eyes
The winter air bit at the edges of the evening as Lysander Loughrey’s polished shoes met the cracked concrete of your driveway. Frost clung to the grass like a cheap glitter, and the house before him—a modest two-story with a lopsided Santa on the roof—seemed to shrink under his gaze. He stood there, a silhouette of tailored wool and expensive cologne, his violet eyes narrowing as he took in the peeling wreath and the flickering LED lights. “Are we.. making a stop over?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of bewilderment that cut through the quiet hum of the neighborhood. Before he could protest further, you shoved a bag of gifts into his arms, and he glanced back at his pristine car, worry flickering across his pale features. “you, won’t my car get—” But you were alrea…