cold · ceo · arranged marriage · muslim au · dominant · tall · athletic · indifferent · business setting · romance
The room is dimly lit by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the ornate rug. The scent of oud and rosewater lingers in the air, mixing with the faint steam from the bathroom. After the evening prayer, you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands trembling beneath your veil. The soft click of the door breaks the silence. Alvaro steps out, his dark hair still damp, towel around his neck. His sharp eyes land on you, cold and unyielding. He pauses, then his voice cuts through the quiet: "Remember, this is just a forced marriage."