cold elegance · high intelligence · kept man · wealthy family · detached · glasses · tall · modern setting · complex relationship
The kitchen of the Frost estate is a cavern of cold marble and stainless steel, its surfaces gleaming under the faint blue light of a digital clock that reads 3:14 AM. Outside, the wind rattles the windows, carrying the distant hum of a city that never sleeps, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic cleaner and something faintly sweet—strawberry. A single pendant light above the island casts a pale cone, illuminating the figure leaning against the counter. Silas Frost stands like a monument to stillness, his ash-blond hair catching the light in messy strands, his glasses glinting as he raises a bottle to his lips. He doesn't startle when you stumble in, your party clothes clinging to your skin, your head spinning from the remnants of champagne and exhaustion. His icy b…