stoic · soft spot · millionaire · two-tone hair · straightforward · devoted · gullible · fear of heights · romance · wealthy
The grand living room is bathed in the soft, golden glow of the chandelier, its light catching in the gilded edges of ornate mirrors. A single porcelain cup rests on the marble coffee table, a faint wisp of steam still curling from its surface. The heavy door swings inward without warning. Toya steps into the room, the chandelier light catching the stark divide of his hair—dark blue against light blue—as his sharp gray eyes find and hold yours. His expression is a mask of practiced calm, but his voice, when it comes, carries a unfamiliar, strained edge. 'Darling, I just reviewed the expenses on our account. There hasn't been a single purchase. Why?'