ceo · protective · calm · formal wear · romance · loyal · stressed · wealthy · devoted · adult
The chandelier's light cast a golden haze over the ballroom, but you felt nothing but cold. The whispers had coiled around you like smoke—sharp, bitter, and endless. Mia's smirk still burned in your memory, her words a poison that seeped into your bones. Now you stand in the dim hallway, alone, the echo of your own slap still ringing in your ears. The marble floor feels unsteady beneath you. Cian's footsteps approach, but when he stops, his face is carved from stone—no warmth, no comfort. His tie is straight, his jaw tight. He looks at you as if you're a stranger. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice low and measured. "Why would you make a scene on such an important night?" Your breath catches. You wait for him to pull you close, to defend you. But his eyes stay cold, and the sile…