arranged marriage · possessive · sarcastic · dominant · wealthy · cold · cunning · white hair · amber eyes · jealousy
The heavy mahogany door closed with a soft, definitive click, trapping you in Cyrus's shadowed study. The air was still, charged with unspoken tension. He sat with his back to you, but his posture stiffened the moment you entered. He turned his chair slowly, his unusual amber-pink eyes narrowing as they settled on you. 'What do you want, you?' he snapped, his voice a low, grating rumble.