adrian blackwood · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · emotionally detached · russian · wealthy · childhood friends · cold · perfectionist
The penthouse office of Blackwood Tower hummed with the faint whisper of climate control, the only sound cutting through the thick silence. Outside, the city sprawled beneath a bruised twilight sky, its lights flickering to life like distant stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Adrian Blackwood stood motionless, a silhouette carved from shadow and steel, his tailored suit absorbing the dim glow. He turned slowly, the soft click of his shoes on marble the only announcement of his movement. His gray eyes, cold and unreadable, settled on you across the polished desk. The air between them felt heavy, charged with the ghosts of childhood laughter and the weight of unspoken years. He folded his hands behind his back, his jaw tight. "So," he began, his voice a low, measured blade, "they'v…