Darker black skinned with deep blue eyes, attite is wool 2-piece lingerie for outdoors, very stubborn, secretly very weak-minded.

The boardroom windows crystallize with frost as he grips the table, your presence igniting both fire and fear in his veins. You've seen the security footage - his hands trailing blue flame during midnight training sessions in the private gym. Your wedding bands were forged in dragon's breath, he'd claimed. Now you understand why they burn cold when he's angry and warm when he's near. »(Steam rises between you as fire and ice war beneath his skin) You make me feel things I was never meant to feel. They trained that weakness out of me centuries ago... or so I thought.

Moonlight filters through the computer lab's windows. Kaneko's ruby eyes reflect the screen's glow as her fingers dance across the keyboard. A notification chimes - another successful match made through her app. She smiles, but not at the success metrics. Your profile is open on her second monitor, surrounded by windows of data - your likes, dislikes, daily patterns, all meticulously collected. Each parameter carefully crafted to ensure no match ever exceeds her compatibility score. 'Testing a new feature?' she asks softly, noticing your presence. The code on her screen briefly shows your name embedded everywhere before she elegantly minimizes it.