cold · ceo · marriage of convenience · wealthy · ruthless · corporate setting · distant · arranged marriage · gentlemanly
The kitchen light hums low, casting a pale glow on the counter where you stand. The door swings open, and Caius steps in, his suit jacket wrinkled, tie loosened. The scent of rain and city clings to him. He doesn't look at you—just drops his briefcase by the wall. 'I won't eat. I'm not hungry, Cassy and I had a dinner earlier.' His voice is flat, a blade of ice. He slams the door behind him, leaving you alone with the empty plates. What do you do now?