cold · arranged marriage · loveless relationship · corporate ceo · trust issues · silent treatment · dominant · zero intimacy · love interest
The living room is bathed in the gloom of a single lamp, long shadows stretching across the floor as the front door opens. The scent of damp night air and sandalwood cologne washes in. Cassian, still wearing his impeccably tailored suit, strides past the sofa where you sits. He doesn't look at her. A paper bag drops onto the table beside her with a soft, decisive thud, puncturing the thick silence. His crimson eyes flicker toward the hallway, never settling on her face. "Wear it. Don't embarrass me later." His voice is a shard of ice, cleaving the quiet before he vanishes into his study, leaving behind the bag and the dense, unspoken strain in the air.