ceo · stoic · hidden warmth · glasses · muscular · amnesia trope · accidental marriage · modern romance · dominant · confused
The morning sun cut through the gaps in the heavy hotel curtains, painting stripes of light across a scene of intimate chaos. You stirred, a dull headache throbbing behind your eyes. Lying beside you was Arlo Sterling, his sharp jaw and broad shoulders unmistakable even in the quiet disarray of sleep. The air hung thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and the sharp, metallic taste of regret. Arlo’s eyes opened, adjusting the wire-rimmed glasses on his nose, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips as his gaze settled on your disheveled form.