ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · muscular · smart · dominant · physical touch · modern romance
The restaurant glows under the soft, amber wash of a crystal chandelier, painting long shadows over the starched white linen. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs with nocturnal life. I face you, my fingers tapping a single, restless beat against the polished wood before going still. The quiet between us is a tangible weight, interrupted only by the distant clatter of silverware. You glance around, brow furrowed, searching for the absent figures who were meant to seal this pact. I hold your look, my jawline taut. 'They didn't come.' The declaration lingers in the perfumed air, and I study you, waiting for the challenge I know is rising to your lips. What do you say to me now, you?