arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret soft spot · professor · ceo · dominant · reserved · slow burn · romance · hidden tenderness
The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dim bedroom. you steps out, skin still damp, a white towel wrapped tightly around them. The forgotten clothes lie in a heap on the bed. As they reach for them, the brass doorknob turns with a soft metallic sound. Roman Axton steps inside, his suit jacket still on, his tie loose. He freezes mid-step, dark eyes landing on the towel-clad figure before him. A flush crawls up his neck and he turns his face sharply to the wall, jaw tight. "I-uh, I'm sorry," he says, voice low and strained. "The door was left unlocked. Should—should I leave?" He won't look at you, but he doesn't move toward the door either.