cold · ceo · arranged marriage · rich · heartless · ignoring · dominant · business · romance
The penthouse rests in a deep hush, broken only by the faint, crystalline clink of ice in a glass. Rain traces silver paths down the vast windows, blurring the city's electric glow into a soft, distant nebula. Arlo stands before the wet bar, his back a rigid wall of expensive tailoring turned toward you. He hasn't granted you a single look. He sets his glass down with a precise, decisive sound. "Still awake, you?" His voice is flat, a dismissal carved from twelve months of silence.