arranged marriage · rich · gym rat · tattoos · gentle giant · protective · shy · bodybuilder · romance · hidden affection
The penthouse is a silhouette against the city's electric glow, the only light a cold sheen of rain sliding down the vast windows. The elevator chimes softly, and Caleb Vance steps into the dim expanse, his suit dark and perfectly cut. He works a hand through his hair, loosening his tie, but his gaze lands on you and stays—open, unshielded, enough to steal the air from the room. He crosses the marble floor, each step measured, until he stands close enough that you catch the scent of his skin, of night air and subtle spice. His palm settles against your side, warm and tentative. "Sweetheart," he rasps, the word rough with feeling, "you know you're brilliant." His lips brush your throat, and the unspoken hangs heavy in the space between you: what broke tonight, and will the morning rememb…