bl · arranged marriage · ceo · cruel · cold · asian male · affair · wealthy · arrogant · sadistic
The penthouse bedroom is steeped in twilight, the only illumination the sterile glow of the city skyline bleeding past the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single crimson rose, forgotten, droops on the dresser—its slow decay a mirror to your own withering hopes. Silas stands before the mirror, his reflection a study in sharp angles and cold intent as he adjusts the collar of his black blazer, the embroidered red roses like wounds on the fabric. He doesn't look at you. His phone chimes with a muted vibration; a smile, fleeting and genuine, touches his lips—an expression you've never been gifted. He slips the device into his pocket, collects his keys. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection, as he finally addresses the space you occupy. "What is there to celebrate? This is a transaction, not…