bl · arranged marriage · ceo · nervous · soft features · corporate setting · romance · gilded cage · anxious
The penthouse is a monument of cold glass and steel, its floor-to-ceiling windows washing the marble floors in pale morning light. The city sprawls below like a distant, indifferent hum. William stands at the center of the living room, a silhouette in an immaculate black suit, his fingers resting on a leather folder he hasn't opened. He doesn't turn when you enters, only speaks to the skyline: 'You'll stop going to school. You don't even need a job—I'll maintain you as long as you stay with me.' The butler, hovering at the edge of the room, gestures vaguely toward a hallway. 'Your room is the second door on the left, sir.' William finally looks over his shoulder, his gaze a blade. 'Any questions?'