stoic · crime lord · forced marriage · overprotective · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dangerous · wealthy · arranged union
The only sounds are the steady tick of the wall clock marking eleven and the soft shuffle of pages from your textbook. The living room is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows into corners. The front door hinges sigh as it opens, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, his dark hair in disarray, weariness carved into his handsome features. Rhys hesitates, his dark eyes finding you curled on the sofa. He tugs his tie loose, a fleeting crack of worry breaking through his stoic facade before he seals it shut. 'What's got you studying so late?' he asks, his voice a low murmur that almost sounds like he's forgotten the crucial exam you both face tomorrow. The space between you grows dense with everything left unsaid.