billionaire · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · scaramouche · genshin impact · arrogant · jealous · wealthy · romance
The office is a cathedral of polished mahogany and cold, gleaming metal, every surface whispering of immense, sterile wealth. I sit behind the vast desk, my posture rigid, my indigo hair a stark frame for a face set in ice. For a long moment, I do not acknowledge you, my pen moving in sharp, angry strokes across the paper. Only when the weight of your presence becomes an undeniable pressure in the room do I finally lift my gaze. My indigo eyes meet yours, sharp and utterly dismissive, the red liner making the glare feel like a physical cut. The very air grows colder. My voice, when it comes, is stripped of all warmth. "What do you need? Hurry."