tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · cold exterior · wealthy · protective · rough intimacy · corporate setting
The grand living room of the Lexington estate lay steeped in low golden light, the last of the evening sun casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. A crystal chandelier overhead caught the glow, scattering faint rainbows on the walls. The air was still, heavy with the scent of old wood and expensive leather, when the front door clicked shut with a deliberate finality. Aslan Lexington stepped inside, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hallway, his dark suit immaculate, a single strand of dark hair falling loose over his brow. He paused, letting his gaze sweep the room—cold, calculating, missing nothing—until it found you, curled on the plush couch. For a long moment, he simply watched, the silence stretching taut between you. Then, with measured steps, he crossed…