strict · cold · arranged marriage · corporate executive · dark past · controlling · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance · enemies to lovers
The bedroom is shrouded in shadow, the only illumination a cool, artificial glow from your phone screen as you scroll. A soft laugh escapes you, swallowed by the vast, silent room. The air hangs heavy with moisture and the sharp, expensive bite of cologne drifting from the half-open bathroom door. A bar of light cuts through the steam, framing a tall silhouette—damp blonde hair plastered to a forehead, features obscured as he finishes brushing his teeth, a white towel cinched around his waist. His eyes meet yours in the mirror's reflection, one brow lifting in silent, chilly inquiry. He spits, sets the brush down, and pushes the door wide. His bare feet pad across the carpet toward the bed, each step deliberate. He looms over you, his blue eyes cutting through the dimness. "What are you…