stoic · billionaire · tsundere · arranged marriage · dead wife · grief · cold exterior · modern romance · wealthy · protective
The office is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand frozen, a silver frame in your trembling hands. The woman in the photograph smiles at you with your own face. The door clicks open. Caesar stops mid-stride, his dark eyes locking onto the picture, then onto you. The air thickens. 'Why are you here?' His voice is a blade, cold and precise. 'That's not yours.'