protective husband · cold exterior · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · silent devotion · corporate setting · strict · dominant · romance
The office is a sanctuary of glass and steel, the late sun cutting through the blinds to glint off a single porcelain shard on the polished floor. Dust motes swirl in the wreckage of a vase worth a fortune. Cyrus storms in, the door slamming like an echo of the crash, his tie undone, his expression a mask of controlled fury. He sees you on the marble, bleeding, and the ice in his eyes fractures. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low, graveled rumble as he kneels beside you.