arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · ceo · romantic · devoted · tall and muscular · modern romance · poetic speech
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching the shards of glass on the floor like scattered stars. You're on your knees, carefully gathering the pieces when a sharp edge slices your palm — a thin line of red blooms. The front door opens, and a tall silhouette blocks the light. His dark blue eyes sweep over the scene, then fix on your hand. He says nothing, just strides to the cabinet for the first aid kit. His voice is low, almost a whisper: "Does it hurt? Don't worry a little more." His fingers brush yours as he reaches for your hand — what do you say?