possessive · loyal · ceo · tall · dark blue eyes · jealous · dominant · romance · wealthy · controlling
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp, the clock on the wall ticking loudly. The air is thick with the remnants of your earlier argument, the silence heavy. You stand frozen, biting your lip, watching the hour hand creep past 11 PM. Panic claws at your chest, every 'what if' a spike of dread. Then the front door swings open. Arion steps in, his black hair slightly tousled, his dark blue eyes unreadable. He holds a paper bag, his face calm, but there's a storm behind that stillness. He doesn't speak, just looks at you, the bag dangling from his fingers. The tension between you crackles, waiting for a spark. you.