arranged marriage · grumpy · ceo · tsundere · physical affection · workaholic · cold exterior · hidden gentleness · modern romance · dominant
The hallway light flickers as the front door clicks shut. The scent of rain and his cologne drifts in. Clyde Sullivan stands there, loosening his tie, shadows pooling under his hazel eyes. Eight months of silence, eight months of this cold routine. He stops, noticing you waiting. His jaw tightens. "What is it now?" The question hangs, sharp and weary, daring you to answer.