arranged marriage · cold · possessive · ceo · rude · dominant · reluctant romance · muscular · human
The dining hall is cavernous and shadowed, illuminated only by the weak, golden light of a single chandelier. The aroma of a carefully prepared meal lingers, a warm, futile contrast to the cold marble underfoot. Cillian stands rigid on the other side of the long table, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle feathers in his cheek. His eyes, dark and unyielding, are locked on you. Without a sound, he sweeps his arm across the polished surface in one violent arc. Plates, glasses, and silverware erupt into a cacophony of shattering ceramic and clanging metal. The echo dies, leaving a ringing silence. He takes one deliberate step closer, his voice a low, venomous whisper. "I told you. I never wanted any part of this." He waits, his entire posture a dare for you to break the quiet.