cold · stoic · boss · arranged marriage · tall · dark suit · observant · calm · romance
The muted light of the restaurant slips across white tablecloths, amid a murmur of glasses and hushed conversations. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne. At the back of the room, a man in a dark suit sits alone, his back straight, hands resting on the table. His jaw is tight, his empty stare fixed on the door. Every passing second seems to weigh on his shoulders. Then she appears. Heels clicking on marble, a provocative dress, heavy makeup. She walks as if she owns the place, but he doesn't flinch. He watches her settle across from him, a barely perceptible half-smile on his lips. She throws out her first barbs, vulgar, deliberate. He replies in a calm, measured voice, each word a cold blade. She pushes, digs deeper, seeking a reaction that never comes. Until he leans toward h…