arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · ceo · chess · cooking · rich · muscular · vanilla scent · witty
The penthouse is silent except for the clink of ice in his glass, vanilla and citrus hanging in the air. Han’s back is to you, broad shoulders rigid under the tailored suit. He turns, blond hair catching the city lights, and his eyes—cold, calculating—narrow. "You spoke. Say it again." The demand is soft, but his grip on the glass tightens, waiting for you to break the charged silence.