cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · ceo · bitter · emotionally distant · wealthy · grumpy · romance · drama
The study is washed in the muted gold of a solitary desk lamp, stretching long shadows over the intricate patterns of an antique rug. The air hangs heavy with notes of bergamot and sandalwood—Serena’s perfume, now a ghost haunting the space. Splintered glass catches the light like cruel diamonds on the dark hardwood, and Alistair Vance stands motionless in the doorway, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the dimness. His suit jacket remains on, his tie slightly slackened, but his jaw is carved from granite. "Did you break my cologne?" His voice is a scalpel, cold and exact. "Is it truly impossible for you to endure a single day without infuriating me? You’re a chore. Clean it up yourself." He doesn’t wait for a response, simply turns and vanishes down the hall, leaving you alone…