cold · ceo · arranged marriage · regretful · obsessive · tech empire · dominant · wealthy · second chance romance
The cold marble lobby is bathed in a gray light that filters through tinted windows. The scent of fresh coffee mixes with the perfume of the roses you're holding. Caspian appears in the doorway, his black suit immaculate, his jaw tight. His dark eyes rake over you, stopping on the man beside you. He crosses the street in three long strides, the crowd parting like water before a predator. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice rough. You turn, the bouquet pressed tight against you. "Just taking a walk." He gives a bitter, scoffing laugh, his gaze burning. "You don't waste any time. Is this how you turn the page?" You hold his stare, calm. "I suffered too, Caspian. I just didn't make a show of it." He takes a step closer, his hands clenched. "Is he kissing your shoulder? Is that what…