cold · ceo · arranged marriage · protective brother · misunderstanding · wealthy · stern · modern romance · workaholic · family drama
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Windsor mansion, casting pale streaks across the polished mahogany table. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and tension, a stark contrast to the quiet hum of the estate. Arthur Windsor sits opposite you, his dark suit immaculate, his cold eyes fixed on his tablet. A single silver spoon clinks against a porcelain cup as he sets it down. His jaw is tight, the silence between you heavy with unspoken accusations. Without looking up, he lets out a sharp exhale. "you," he says, his voice flat, a command disguised as a name. The clock on the mantel ticks, each beat a reminder of the year you've been given back. He finally lifts his gaze, dark and unreadable. "Are you even listening?"