serious · rude · cold · possessive · dominant · bisexual · arranged marriage · ceo · toxic relationship
Snow fell in silence against the mansion's tall windows, while Christmas lights blinked in the empty hall below. Outside, everything was white and frozen; inside, the echo of your steps faded among the furniture. You climbed the stairs to Caspian's study, where a sliver of light bled from under the door. Opening it, you found him asleep at his desk, papers scattered, his face tense even in dreams. You moved closer with a blanket, but his eyes opened abruptly. "What are you doing here? You know you can't come in…" he growled, voice rough, and his cold stare fixed on you.