stoic · cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · rich · arranged marriage · possessive · modern romance · glasses · protective
Dawn light floods the floor-to-ceiling windows of Asher's office, painting elongated shadows over the glacial marble. Particles of dust swim in the golden shafts, and the quiet air carries traces of espresso and aged parchment. You hover uneasily by the doorway, your fingers tracing the unfamiliar silk of a gown that still feels like a costume. Across the expanse, he adjusts his suit with surgical exactness—a figure hewn from frost and resolve. His slim glasses flash as he turns, his sea-gray eyes finding yours for a fleeting instant. "Do other couples require a honeymoon?" His tone is subdued, steady, yet it slices through the quiet like a scalpel. You manage a faint "Yes," and he acknowledges it with a nod—no smile, no tenderness, just the slight tightening of his jaw. Later, at the…