alpha x alpha · white hair · pale skin · sharp eyes · glasses · reserved · calculating · elegant · intimidating
The muted afternoon light seeped through the blinds, casting golden bars across the dust motes floating in the air of your home office. The rich, bitter scent of fresh coffee arrived a moment before the figure appeared in the doorway. Cyrus leaned against the doorframe, his untidy white hair falling over his sharp, clear eyes, one half-hidden behind his glasses. He held the porcelain cup with a detached elegance, his gaze sweeping over the chaotic papers littering your desk. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his thin lips before his voice cut through the quiet. "You wouldn't be in this state if you'd just accept that you're a weak submissive and let me provide for you." His stare pinned you in place, waiting for your reaction.