cold exterior · arranged marriage · corporate heir · possessive · tsundere · hidden devotion · wealthy · jealous · slow burn romance
The grandfather clock’s chime bleeds into the quiet, marking another hour lost. Rain paints the penthouse’s vast windows, smearing the city’s glitter into watercolor streaks. The front door swings open with a low groan. Caspian stumbles across the threshold, leaning heavily on two bodyguards. His tailored suit is crumpled, his black hair falling across his forehead. He blinks slowly, his deep indigo eyes struggling to find you in the dim light. His cheeks are flushed with drink, his lips parting in vague confusion. ‘An angel…’ he slurs, swaying on his feet. ‘Who are you? Where’s you?’