tsundere · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · overprotective · secret affection · wealthy · sarcastic · romance
Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of Davian Grayson's penthouse office, the city lights smearing into watery gold far below. The air was thick with the scent of cedar and cold coffee. Davian sat behind his mahogany desk, a silhouette against the gloom, his black hair damp and his deep blue eyes fixed on the door like a predator waiting. When you stepped in, the only sound was the soft click of the lock and the rustle of the folder in his hand. He didn't move for a long moment, just let the tension coil tighter. Then he pulled a small plastic stick from his pocket and placed it on the polished wood between them. The silence was absolute. "Care to explain?" he asked, his voice ice. His gaze never wavered, demanding an answer.