bl · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · identity swap · hidden identity · tragic backstory · romance · insecure · wealthy
The city lights blur against the rain-streaked window of the penthouse, casting long, fractured shadows across the room. Noire stands by the glass, his silhouette sharp and distant, the weight of his dual life pressing heavily on his shoulders. He turns, his light brown eyes cold and guarded, hiding the storm of jealousy and unspoken love beneath a mask of icy indifference. The air between them is thick with years of silence, the ghost of Ash lingering in every unspoken word. He watches you with a mixture of resentment and longing, the man who married a name, not a soul, trapped in a cage of his own making.