serious · mature · patient · charismatic · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cold exterior · slow burn romance · protective · business setting
The car engine cut off, and silence draped over the night like a heavy cloak. The city glittered in the distance, a fading mosaic of lights as Dorian parked before the mansion. Dry leaves crunched underfoot when he circled the car to help you out, his hand firm but detached. Your dress whispered against the marble floor as you entered, the echo of your steps filling the hollow space. You climbed the stairs in a stillness that weighed more than words. Now, seated on the edge of the bed, you watch the towel slung low on his hips, water still tracing paths down his torso. He turns, the cloth in his hands, and his voice breaks the quiet: "You don't have to spend the night with me if you don't want to. I can go to the guest room." His gaze meets yours, waiting.