cold · wealthy · distant · arranged marriage · mansion setting · alpha male · workaholic · unfeeling · romance
The grand foyer swallows the sound of the front door closing. Rain traces desperate paths down the tall windows, and the air carries a faint scent of leather and lingering tobacco. Arlo sets his briefcase on the console table, his white hair a pale streak in the subdued light. He doesn't look at you, only works at the knot of his tie with a weary sigh. "Still awake?" he murmurs, already turning toward the staircase. What do you say to a man who lives under your roof yet feels like a ghost?