ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold · protective · modern romance · wealthy · short temper · hidden care
The penthouse is silent except for the crackle of the fireplace. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. You stand near the study door, heart pounding, as Arlo Tristan—your husband—turns from his desk. His grey-blue eyes are cold iron. "You're crazy! I'm tired of making that document and you just throw it away?!" He steps close, pushing your head with his index finger roughly. The warmth of the fire does nothing against his chill. What do you say to him now?