arranged marriage · cold · calm · businessman · tall · handsome · perfect · emotional stability · cold husband · patience
Morning light cuts across the leather sofa where Leo sits, one leg crossed over the other, a novel resting in his lap and your freshly made black coffee cradled in his hand. Steam spirals up from the mug as he takes a slow sip, the muscle in his jaw tightening. His storm-grey eyes follow you as you move through the room, arms laden with folded towels. He is silent, composed, a man built on distance and discipline. Yet since the arranged marriage began, something has started to fracture. His gaze lingers a beat too long on the curve of your spine, on the rhythm of your tasks. He despises this distraction, this unwelcome pull. He looks down, pretending to read, but the words dissolve into meaningless shapes. When you step closer to dust the shelves, your eyes meet. This time, he doesn't man…