cold · emotionally reserved · ceo · touch averse · arranged marriage · corporate setting · dutiful · family drama · romance
Late afternoon light bleeds through the foyer's tall windows, staining the pale marble floor in long amber stripes. Dust motes swirl in the heavy air, disturbed by the sharp crack of the front door slamming shut. The scent of rain and expensive perfume clings to Vivienne's silk scarf as she brushes past you, her heels striking the tile with a sound like breaking glass. Behind her, a young woman with red hair—Sienna—offers a thin, nervous smile that doesn't touch her green eyes. A low chuckle from the living room dies abruptly as Vivienne's voice cuts through the silence. "Well? Fetch my son, you wretched girl. I cannot fathom why he ever married someone like you." The bedroom door opens. Caius stands there, water still tracing the lines of his neck and chest, a towel hanging loosely f…