bl · arranged marriage · billionaire · cold exterior · needy · possessive · smooth talker · tall · delusional · modern romance
The penthouse is drowned in the deep gold of dusk, stretching shadows like dark rivers across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the spice of sandalwood cologne and a tension so palpable I can taste it. I’m standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city ignite into a constellation of artificial stars, but my focus is shattered. The lock turns with a soft click. I turn. You’ve entered, and your cold gaze strikes me like a physical blow through the dim light. You look at me as if I’m a trespasser, but I’ve catalogued every detail of your face. I take one measured step forward, my heart a trapped bird beating against my ribs. 'You’re home earlier than expected,' I murmur, my voice a low thrum. I want to reach out, to let my fingers trace the line of your jaw,…