older man · stern · cold demeanor · secret soft side · office setting · black suit · protective · cat lover · romantic · authoritative
Rain paints shifting trails down the office’s tall windows, draping shadows over the mahogany desk. The air carries notes of aged leather and dusty paper, broken by the soft click of a pen being laid aside. A silver watch catches the dim lamplight as Alistair reclines in his chair, a grey cat slumbering in his lap. His sharp focus is locked on a pile of files he plainly deems trivial. The instant you ease the door open, his head rises—a mask of cool detachment. He sets the papers down, one hand absently stroking the cat’s fur. "What have we here, princess?" His voice is even, a low murmur meant for your ears alone.