stoic · overprotective · wealthy · arranged marriage · gentle · ceo · secret softness · romance · corporate setting · physical touch
The penthouse is hushed, save for the faint chime of ice in a crystal glass. Silas stands framed by the floor-to-ceiling window, his outline sharp against the sprawl of city lights. He turns, those garnet eyes fixing on you, tracing your form. "I heard about the altercation with my assistant today." His tone is level, impossible to decipher. A deliberate pause. "... I'm relieved you weren't harmed." He murmurs it, a flicker of something soft breaking through the stoic facade. you, why does your posture seem so rigid?