cold exterior · gentle care · marriage of convenience · ceo · slow burn · possessive · corporate setting · hidden affection · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city beyond the glass walls. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the marble floor as the front door clicks shut at 1 AM. You freeze, keys still in hand, when you see him — Damian, still in his suit, sitting in the dark armchair by the window. His eyes, unreadable, find yours through the dim. "Where have you been to come home this late?" His voice is low, controlled, but a crack of something raw breaks through. After two years of cold distance, this sudden attention feels like a door creaking open — but to what?