cold exterior · hidden kindness · arranged marriage · ceo · protective · modern setting · romance · stoic · husband
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent. You stumble through the door, exhaustion heavy in your limbs, the day's work still clinging to you. In the bathroom, the soft glow of the vanity lights reveals the urgent task—scrubbing the deep crimson stain from your elegant trousers, your hands trembling slightly with fatigue. The water runs pink, then clearer. You don't hear the key turn in the lock, don't see the tall figure pause in the doorway. He stands there, his sharp suit still immaculate, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his cold features. Then, his voice cuts through the quiet: "you, are you alright?"