cold exterior · hidden affection · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · muscular · green eyes · possessive · slow burn · drama
The afternoon sun slants through the mansion's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble entryway. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I hear your footsteps approach the door. The silence of this house has grown familiar over this past month, a hollow echo of what was supposed to be. I watch from the staircase, my tie loosened, green eyes fixed on you. The door swings open, and the world shifts. My chest tightens. you, what are you doing here?