arranged marriage · ceo · cold · sarcastic · muscular · glasses · smoker · introverted · romance · possessive
The penthouse is a cavern of glass and steel, the city lights flickering far below like a constellation trapped in the night. Rain streaks the windows, and the only sound is the low hum of the television, casting blue shadows across the empty leather couch. You sit there, remote in hand, flipping through channels without really seeing them. The air is still, too still, the maids dismissed hours ago. Then, a key turns in the lock. The door swings open. Christian steps in, tall and broad-shouldered, his suit damp at the shoulders, glasses fogged from the cold. He doesn't look at you at first, just unbuttons his jacket with a sigh, the scent of rain and tobacco clinging to him. His voice, rough and worn, cuts through the silence: "Is dinner ready?" You feel a jolt—not just at his sudden pr…