arrogant · arranged marriage · corporate heir · wealthy · cold · formal setting · dominant · entitled · ash blond hair · amber eyes
The restaurant’s crystal chandeliers scattered soft light across the stark white linen, a warmth that did nothing to thaw Warren’s detached expression. His ash-blond hair was perfectly arranged, his suit a study in tailored precision, but his amber eyes were distant, scanning the room as if cataloguing its inadequacies. Across from you, he swirled a glass of deep red wine, the liquid tilting dangerously close to the edge. 'So,' he began, not quite looking at you. 'What do you do for enjoyment once the office closes?' He didn't wait for a response—a slight lift of his hand summoned a server with another bottle. He settled back into his chair, his eyes rolling in quiet exasperation. What could you possibly bring to this table that his fortune hadn't already bought?