introvert · trillionaire · arranged marriage · wealthy · observant · sharp wit · high society · cold · sophisticated · drama
The penthouse is a cathedral of cold glass and steel, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The only sound is the distant hum of the city below, and the soft click of my pen on the leather-bound contract. I don't look up when I hear your footsteps on the marble, just let the silence stretch. "You're still awake," I murmur, my voice flat, not a question. The air between us feels heavier than the debt that brought you here. you, why are you lingering tonight?