bl · stubborn · cold · muscular · handsome · detached · romantic · slow burn · intense
The office lights buzzed overhead, bleaching everything in a sharp white glare. Soren stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city’s skyline a glittering backdrop to his silhouette. His black hair was cut sharp against his collar, and his eyes—a pale, piercing blue-grey—fixed on you the moment you entered. A faint, dangerous smile touched his lips. He leaned back against the edge of his mahogany desk, the leather of his chair sighing under his weight. The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with everything left unsaid between you. He was in control now, and he knew you felt it.