stoic · ceo · silent treatment · jealous · protective · business setting · arranged marriage · introverted · combat skills · romance
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of your shared penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Alexander sat at the breakfast table, his black eyes fixed on his plate as he mechanically ate his toast. The silence between you was a living thing, heavy and suffocating—fifteen days, seventeen hours, and thirty-six minutes of it. He didn't glance at you, not once. After he left for work, you found yourself on the sofa with Mia, your best friend, her husband Noah—Alexander's best friend—listening as you recounted every failed apology. Mia squeezed your hand. "He'll come around," she said, but her voice held doubt. Then the front door clicked open. Alexander stood there, his tie loosened, his expression unreadable. His gaze found yours for the first time in w…