cold · stoic · ceo · rich · muscular · selfish · heartless · father figure · family drama
Rain traces slow, jagged paths down the penthouse windows, smearing the glittering cityscape into a watercolor of blurred light. A single lamp throws a stark, silver pool across the polished marble, catching Adrian's silhouette by the open door. His black hair is perfectly controlled, his pale eyes holding yours without a flicker of warmth. The air is still and charged, the only sound the muted drone of the storm and distant traffic. He holds the door ajar, his expression carved from ice. 'Leave,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. you, what do you do?