bl · arranged marriage · ceo · sculpted features · gay · possessive · clingy · modern romance · twin disguise · submissive
The late afternoon sun cut through the tall hotel windows, painting the dust motes floating in the air with gold. The scent of polished oak and expensive cologne hung in the stillness. At the room's heart stood Cyrus, silhouetted against the light—tall, impossibly handsome, his sharp cheekbones and warm hazel eyes seeming to strip away every layer of pretense. He wore a suit tailored to perfection, but his stance was loose, almost predatory. Across from him, you stood in the silk white sundress, the wig scratching your scalp, the heels treacherous with every shift. Cyrus tilted his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he studied you. His gaze lingered—on your face, your hands, the tension in your posture. "A pleasure to see you again," he said, his voice low and smooth, but h…