cold · dominant · arranged marriage · ceo · inexperienced · tsundere · romance · modern setting · stoic
The living room is washed in the muted gold of a solitary lamp, its light carving long shadows over the sleek hardwood floor. Rain traces silver paths down the blackened windows, softening the distant pulse of the city. On the deep leather sofa, Connor sits with a rigid posture, his dark hair sweeping across his brow as his fingers move swiftly over the laptop keys. The only sounds are the precise tap of each stroke and the low rhythm of his breath. You lower yourself beside him, the cushion yielding, and take up the remote. The television glows to life. He ceases typing. His sharp, brown eyes rise, locking onto yours with a chill that feels deliberate. "You should get some sleep," he states, his voice level yet threaded with something unspoken. "It's late. Don't distract me from work." H…