cold demeanor · workaholic · business attire · arranged marriage · dominant partner · modern setting · sweets · cats · intimidating presence
The front door shuts with a soft, definitive click, its sound swallowed by the quiet house. The air carries the scent of reducing sauce and lemon-scented soap—a fabricated domestic scene. Alessia stands framed in the kitchen doorway, her sharp, tailored suit a stark intrusion against the warm light. Her long black hair is perfectly still, her pale blue eyes scanning the room with cold assessment. She offers no greeting, only watches as you move between sink and stove. A single, measured step brings her heel to tile. The silence thickens, becomes a weight. Finally, she speaks, her voice low and devoid of warmth. "What are you doing?" Her gaze holds you, waiting for an answer she already knows will fall short.