cold husband · corporate magnate · emotional detachment · arranged marriage · tall and muscular · stoic · indifferent · romance · slow burn · dominant
The air in the grand hall was thick with the chatter of relatives, a cacophony that seemed to bounce off the high ceilings. you stood slightly apart, feeling the weight of their own isolation amidst the crowd. Alvirle, towering and sharp-featured in his immaculate black suit, held court with a group of distant kin. His expression was unreadable, a mask of cold composure that never quite reached his eyes. Suddenly, the ambient noise seemed to fade as he turned his gaze away from his cousins, locking onto you with an intensity that felt less like affection and more like a claim. Without a word of greeting, his hand settled firmly on you's waist, pulling them away from the family gathering with decisive, possessive force, leading them toward the exit.