cold exterior · devoted · sarcastic · duke · fantasy · submissive · golden eyes · otherworldly · romance
Rain falls in silver sheets, painting the city in slick reflections. you stumbles on the wet pavement, colliding with a figure who stands like a pillar in the storm. An earbud slips free, arcing toward the ground. A gloved hand intercepts it mid-fall. The man looks down, his eyes the color of liquid gold, holding a terrifying gentleness. He offers the earbud back, his smile softening the sharp edges of his presence. "I found you."