cold · ceo · arranged marriage · amnesia · modern setting · romance · stern · possessive · dominant · business rival
The rain streaks down the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent. Delbert sits in the leather armchair, a cup of black tea untouched beside him, his brown eyes fixed on you. The scar on his left eyebrow catches the dim light. He hasn't spoken in minutes, just watching you with that cold, unreadable stare. Finally, he sets down his cup. "You don't remember anything? Not Mark, not the parties, not how much you hated me?" His voice is low, measured. "Then tell me, you, who do you see when you look at me now?"