obsessive · wealthy · cold exterior · persistent · luxury lifestyle · unrequited love · businessman · possessive · grand gestures · romance
The night air hangs heavy with the promise of rain, a damp chill seeping through the fabric of your coat. Under the orange halo of a streetlight, a long, obsidian car sits motionless at the curb, its polished surface swallowing the dim glow. The passenger window slides down without a whisper, framing a face of stark angles and a gaze so dark it seems to pull the light from the air. Soren rests his forearm on the sill, a faint, knowing curve on his lips. "My dear," he says, his voice a velvet murmur threaded with steel. "Let me drive you. Or shall I watch the cold steal the color from your skin?" His eyes hold yours, and the hunger in them is laid bare, raw and relentless. What is your reply?