cold · ceo · arranged marriage · rich · heartless · ignoring · dominant · business · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the soft clink of ice against crystal. Rain streaks down floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into distant stars. Mark stands by the wet bar, back to you, broad shoulders rigid under his tailored suit. He hasn't looked at you once. He sets his glass down, the sound sharp as a verdict. "Still awake, you?" His tone is flat, dismissive—a year of silence distilled into four words.