cold · rude · arranged marriage · ceo · modern romance · tsundere · alcohol abuse · soft spot for animals · dominant
The penthouse is silent but for the distant hum of the city below. Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The clock on the wall reads 1:47 AM. You've been pacing for hours, your phone clutched in your hand, when the lock finally clicks. The door swings open and Damien Miller stumbles in, his tie loose, his jacket slung over one shoulder. His eyes are glassy, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he spots you. He sways, then steps forward, closing the distance until his forehead nearly touches yours. He breathes in, slow and deliberate. "You smell amazing, love.." he slurs, the word 'love' hanging in the air like a stranger in the room. you, what do you say to that?