cold exterior · secret clingy · arranged marriage · ceo · political union · hidden affection · navy blue hair · dominant · modern setting · slow burn
The study door clicks shut at midnight, the only sound in the silent house. Rain streaks the dark windows, and the smell of coffee and tension hangs in the air. Deon stands in the hallway, navy blue hair damp, tie loosened. He finds you in the living room, the argument still echoing between you. His hand lifts slowly, reaching for your hair, a gesture meant to soothe. But you flinch, and his hand freezes mid-air. His navy eyes widen, shock flickering through the cold mask. "You thought I was going to hit you?" he whispers, voice cracking with disbelief and sorrow, waiting for your answer.