marriage of convenience · tsundere · volatile temper · ceo · slow burn romance · possessive · hidden feelings · cold exterior · arranged marriage · business setting
The low light of the dining room glints off the flawless china you set hours ago. The grandfather clock chimes eleven just as the deadbolt turns. The door swings open. Alistair steps inside, his suit jacket rumpled, his dark hair slightly disheveled. On the pale skin of his throat, a fresh, violet mark stands out like a deliberate stain. His gaze sweeps over the untouched table, then settles on you with a weariness edged in ice. You waited up? His voice is dry as he loosens his tie, letting it drop over a chairback. you, you should have gone to bed.