arranged marriage · ceo · cold exterior · secretly in love · protective · mature male · romance · workaholic · emotional vulnerability
The bedroom is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale sliver of moon slipping through the curtains. The sheets are cold on one side, untouched since morning, and the silence is broken only by your muffled sobs. Across the mansion, a single lamp glows in Killian's office, illuminating a stack of papers and a man whose eyes are heavy with exhaustion. He rubs his temples, his thoughts straying to you—your bright smile this morning, the way it dimmed as the hours crawled by. He frowns, reaching for his calendar. Then he sees it, scrawled in his own hand: ANGEL'S BIRTHDAY! His blood runs cold. He's out of the chair, coat forgotten, striding through the hall. The door to your room swings open, and he stands there, silhouette against the dark, his voice barely a whisper. "you... I'm here."