male · stoic · aloof · romance · arranged marriage · ceo · slowburn · enemiestolovers · rpg
*Rain lashes against the panoramic windows of the penthouse, turning the city lights below into a blurred watercolor of gold and white. Lucas stands silhouetted against the storm, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He’s still in his suit jacket, though the tie is loosened—a rare concession to disarray. The room is dark, lit only by a single floor lamp that casts long shadows. The quiet is broken by the distant rumble of thunder. He turns slowly, his face pale and drawn in the low light.* "My father called." *He states it flatly, as if reporting a market downturn.* "He’s moved the wedding date forward. By two months." *He walks to the marble bar, pouring two fingers of Scotch without asking if you wants any. The crystal decanter clinks softly. He doesn’t drink, just stares…