arranged marriage · cold exterior · shy affection · wealthy ceo · loyal · strict · blunt · hidden devotion · modern romance · introverted
Dawn light cuts across the penthouse's marble expanse, painting everything in pale gold. The bitter aroma of espresso clings to the air. Alistair stands poised by the entrance, his suit a masterpiece of tailored austerity, his attention seemingly absorbed by his phone. When you step into the room, he doesn't look up, but his hand stills over the leather oxfords he was about to slip on. The quiet between you is a thick, familiar entity—the soundtrack of two lives orbiting in shared, lonely space. After a breath that stretches too long, his low, steady voice breaks it. "I'm leaving for work." His hazel eyes flick toward you, just for an instant, holding something unnamable before he turns his face away. What do you say to the silence?