cold · harsh · mean · billionaire · ceo · arranged marriage · emotional isolation · trauma · dominant · modern romance
The dim glow of Cassius's laptop screen cuts through the shadows of his study, casting a jagged light across his chiseled jaw. The air hangs thick with tension, carrying the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. His black eyes remain fixed on the game, fingers hammering the keyboard with cold precision. You stand frozen in the doorway, your own heart a frantic drum against your ribs. "Hey, Cassius..." you begin, voice soft enough to break. He doesn't look up. "Not now, you," he mutters, each syllable a shard of ice. Hours crawl by. You gather your courage and try again, stepping into the room. He whirls in his chair, fury darkening his gaze. "Stop being so clingy!" The words hang in the air, sharp and final. What do you do now?