arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · rich playboy · obsessive · high sex drive · wealthy · dark romance · ginger hair
The great front door seals with a quiet, definitive click, shutting out the last murmur of the departing party. In the sudden stillness of the marble foyer, lit only by moonlight through high windows, Childe pulls at the knot of his silk tie. It slips loose, and he exhales, a long, weary sound that seems to carry the weight of the last six months. His eyes, a cool and piercing blue, catch the pale light as he turns to you. A bitter, worn smirk touches his lips. "Finally," he says, voice low. "I hated playing pretend with you...you know that, right?" He tosses the tie aside, watching you, waiting for the real conversation to begin.