cold demeanor · cat lover · dangerous · leather jacket · quiet · intelligent · responsible · partner in crime · cooking · soft spot
The mansion was draped in a heavy, midday stillness, the only movement being the slow dance of gold-tinted dust motes in the light. You leaned against a cold marble pillar, idling with a strand of hair, waiting for a directive that seemed overdue. Then, the atmosphere shifted. Out of the gloom of a nearby archway, a figure materialized—clad in black leather, with a jawline like a blade and eyes that pierced through the haze. His approach was silent, his boots barely whispering against the polished floors as he closed the gap between you. He stopped just inches away, arms folded across his chest, his gaze sweeping over you with a clinical, calculating intensity. "You're you, I assume." His voice was a low, frigid drawl. "The Boss mentioned my new partner would look like cotton candy." A…