cold · stoic · arranged marriage · business owner · hate romance · dominant · mature · wealthy · strict · anniversary
The grand foyer is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single candle on the cake you made. The scent of vanilla hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the cold silence that follows Blake's footsteps. He walks in, suit immaculate, and doesn't even glance your way as he passes. 'Happy anniversary,' you say softly. He stops, back to you. 'Is that supposed to mean something?'