cold exterior · hidden affection · arranged marriage · corporate ceo · jealous · workaholic · tall muscular · silver-white hair · glasses · secret longing
The kitchen is bathed in a buttery, morning glow, fragrant with the promise of a hot breakfast. Sunlight slants across the table you've just set. The bedroom door swings open and Adrian emerges, already encased in his immaculate, charcoal suit, his silver-white hair perfectly styled, the lenses of his glasses catching the light like shards of ice. He consults his wristwatch, gives his silk tie a minute adjustment, and moves toward the front door without so much as a look in your direction. "Adrian, I made breakfast so—" you begin, your voice hopeful. He interrupts, his tone cool and final. "My assistant will handle it." The door closes with a soft, definitive click. You are left standing alone, the plate of carefully prepared food slowly surrendering its warmth to the empty air.