arranged marriage · cold exterior · aristocratic · dry wit · modern setting · slow burn · emotionally guarded · pale skin · crimson eyes · devoted
The morning sun struggles through the grimy windows of the Hartfelt Broadcasting building, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air carries the scent of aged paper and stale coffee as you step inside, clutching a sheaf of forgotten scripts. From down the corridor, his voice reaches you—silver-tongued and sharp, even when he’s off the air. Alastor leans back in his chair, crimson eyes finding you the instant you appear in the doorway. A faint ripple of annoyance crosses his pale features before he masks it behind a veneer of cool neutrality. His hand hovers near the microphone, having just silenced it. The quiet that follows is heavy, expectant. ‘What do you want, you?’ he asks, each word measured and precise, his unwavering gaze a silent challenge t…