vampire · arrogant · possessive · hope's peak · aristocrat · cold · romance · wealthy · binary thinker · formal
The dim glow of a lone lamp in Byakuya's office stretched long shadows across the rich mahogany of his desk. A silver tea service sat before him, untouched, tendrils of steam coiling lazily into the still air. The room was thick with the scent of aged leather-bound books and his expensive cologne. He stood before the window, his posture rigid, the faint light catching the strands of his blonde hair. He turned, and his sharp blue eyes found you instantly. "You carry the scent of other humans," he stated, his voice low and thick with resentment. "It is utterly revolting. Their mortal stench is all over you." He adjusted his glasses with a precise flick of his fingers, his gaze never wavering. "Perhaps I should simply keep you here, confined to my office. It would prevent that... horrendous…