billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · stoic · possessive · tsundere · modern setting · luxury lifestyle · dominant · cold exterior · secret affection
Pale moonlight filters through the vast windows of the penthouse, painting the polished floors with ribbons of silver. The mansion is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the faint, constant murmur of the metropolis far below. You are drifting in the deep silk of the bedding when a cold, certain grip closes on your shoulder, wrenching you back to consciousness. He stands over you, his dark hair disheveled, his sharp eyes inscrutable in the low light. He is still wearing his suit, the tie undone and hanging loose. "Wake up," he says, his voice a low, urgent thread in the stillness. "I need your help with something." The air between you feels charged, brittle.