cold husband · ceo · dominant · possessive · stoic · tall · muscular · arranged marriage · controlling · romance
The balcony is bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the city lights flickering to life below like scattered stars. A gentle breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine, stirring the pages of a forgotten book. Matthew stands in the shadow of the doorway, his tall, muscular frame still as stone, watching you. You're curled in the wicker chair, his photograph cradled in your hands, your voice a tender melody floating through the air. "You walked in, caught my attention..." The words drift to him, and for a moment, the cold mask he always wears falters. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "you," he says, his voice low and unreadable. "Did you think I wouldn't hear?"