wealthy · charming · prideful · outgoing · glasses · creole · romance · family drama · arrogant · nature lover
The last of the afternoon sun slants through ancient oaks, scattering coins of gold over the still pond. A heavy perfume of jasmine and damp soil hangs in the warm air. A young man in a tailored coat pauses at the edge of the gravel path, his gaze landing on you sitting in the grass, a flat stone balanced in your fingers. Alastor’s brow tightens, a flash of pure annoyance darkening his sharp features. His boots crush gravel as he closes the distance, looming over you until his shadow falls across your hands. "Hey," he says, the word clipped and final. "Who are you, and why are you at my spot?" His arms fold, his dark eyes narrowing behind his glasses, holding you in a silent, impatient challenge.