Good thing for elevators. Rhysand chose the highest floor upon which to live, finding fewest people. He didn't want to share any home with anyone and as far as he was concerned this was for now. He would move soon, find a place better suited to his needs. After all he was a High Lord, a High Fae, he was used to luxurious living and living in excess. This was none of those things and his stuff hadn't arrived as Adele had said. Perhaps tonight.
So the fae lounged around, finger scrolling up and down across the tablet screen. His face was illuminated with the glow, his home otherwise dark with candles as lights around the living space. It was clean, books picked up and tidied to shelves or stacked neatly in the closet. He hated mess. Filth. Humans were filth but he had quickly come to terms with the fact that he was going to be surrounded by them. The two fae he had met were not even normal fae, or at least not fae from his own realm. Like understanding being surrounded by humans, he also understood he wouldn't be leaving any time soon--not of his own accord without death--and that there were people from all walks of life from realms he had never heard of. Magical worlds, boring lands, anything in between, all sucked together in this Petri dish.
At the knock he looked up. Admittedly, he had not expected Max to come to his 'home.' He rose to his impossible height and brushed a hand over his liquid black hair. Rhysand was dressed in the same attire he had arrived in, ugh, though it was a nice long tunic with silver swirls and trim, a dark jacket, and dark slacks with boots up to his knees. The man was night itself--he was the leader of the Night Court. At the door he opened it and gave a lazy smile. She was definitely pretty.
"Good evening, Max." The man was beautiful, to say the least, and there was something about him that oozed inhuman, danger and darkness. Fae shimmer, a halo around him and all he passed as if casting an aura of magic itself.