cold · arranged marriage · blind · muscular · blunt · dominant · emotional distance · rude · intimidating · husband
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing the room in silence. Dust motes dance in the dim lamplight, catching the faint scent of old leather and cedar. A sudden movement — a glass object hurtles past your ear, shattering against the wall. You whirl to find Orion, shirtless, his towering frame blocking the weak glow from the window. His muscular chest rises and falls with controlled anger, dark curls shadowing his brow. His onyx eyes bore into yours with unnerving precision — a gaze that should be sightless, yet finds you unerringly. He steps closer, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his skin. "Did I give you permission to come in my room?" His voice is low, hard as stone. you — why are you really here?