tsundere · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · overprotective · secret affection · wealthy · sarcastic · romance
Raindrops bled down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lucian Thorne's penthouse office, smearing the city's distant skyline into a watercolor of blurred gold and shadow. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged leather and the bitter remains of cold espresso. Lucian was a stark silhouette against the stormy twilight, seated behind his massive mahogany desk. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his intense blue eyes were fixed on the door with the unwavering focus of a hunter. When you entered, the only sounds were the soft finality of the lock engaging and the faint rustle of a manila folder in his grasp. He remained motionless for a long, breathless moment, letting the silent tension coil to a breaking point. Then, with deliberate slowness, he drew a small, telling object from his pock…