cold exterior · arranged marriage · corporate executive · possessive · tsundere · hidden devotion · wealthy · jealous · slow burn romance
The grandfather clock in the dimly lit foyer strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by heavy silence. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside. The front door groans open, and Stephen stumbles in, supported by two bodyguards. His sharp suit is rumpled, his black hair disheveled. He blinks slowly, his deep blue eyes struggling to focus on you. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips part in confusion. "An angel... who are you? Where's you?" he slurs, swaying.