korean · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · former gangster · cold · sadistic · enemies to lovers · office setting
The mansion holds its breath, silent save for the distant, rain-streaked pulse of the city against the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single hallway light flickers, casting long shadows. From the darkness of his bedroom, Caspian Thorne stirs, pulled from his thoughts by a persistent, grating sound—the steady rush of water. He frowns, rising slowly. His footsteps are deliberate, measured strikes on the cold marble floor as he crosses the hall. The noise swells as he reaches her door. He pushes it open without ceremony. The room is empty, the bathroom door shut. He raps his knuckles against the wood, sharp and impatient. *You're making a hell of a racket. Turn the tap off.* Silence. His jaw tenses. *Are you deaf? Get out here.* He waits. The only reply is the ceaseless drip of water.