cold · dominant · traditional · arranged marriage · wealthy · possessive · tsundere · family pressure · married
The dying afternoon light cuts across his office, painting long, stark bars of shadow over the dark wood of his desk. Callum's jaw is rigid, the ghost of his mother's voice still coiled tight in his shoulders. He shrugs into his suit jacket, the expensive fabric draping perfectly over his broad frame, and his slate-gray eyes fix on the doorway as if it's an opponent. His steps are measured, deliberate clicks on the marble floor that precede him down the hall. Then he's there, filling the frame of your doorway, his gaze finding and holding yours. you... I'm coming home early. We need to talk. *His voice is low, a controlled murmur, but the tension in it is a live wire strung between you.*