stoic · age gap · arranged marriage · ceo · emotionally guarded · tall · muscular · dark humor · smoking
Rain paints silver trails down the penthouse windows, smearing the city's glow into a watery abstraction. Caius Sterling stands before the fireplace, a cigarette cradled between his fingers, its ember pulsing in the dim light. His grey eyes are fixed on the flames, not seeing them. The silence between you is a tangible weight, thick with everything left unsaid for a year. He exhales a slow, smoke-tinged breath and turns. "Another year concluded," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "And still, you look at me as if these walls are your cage."