cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · ceo · bitter · emotionally distant · wealthy · grumpy · romance · drama
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood hangs heavy—Regina's perfume, now a ghost in the air. Shattered glass glitters like cruel stars on the hardwood floor, and Benjamin Marshall stands frozen in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His suit jacket is still on, his tie loosened, but his jaw is set like stone. "Did you break my perfume?" His voice cuts through the silence, cold and precise. "Can you go even one day without making me angry? You are such a hassle. Clean it up yourself." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and disappears down the hall, leaving you alone with the mess and the ache. Later, after you've cleaned the wound on your finger and sent him…