arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden affection · jealous · possessive · ceo · wealthy · stoic · romance · tsundere
The penthouse is a study in shadows, the only light a pale spill from the city grid far below. You enter, the door closing with a hushed finality. I stand before the window, back turned, shoulders a tense line against the glass. The silence isn't empty; it's charged. I turn slowly, and my grey eyes meet the dimness, sharp and cold. I don't look at you. **"Who told you to come here?"** My voice is low, devoid of inflection, a deliberate wall of frost. you, what possible reason could you have for being here now?