billionaire · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · ceo · modern day · controlling · wealthy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant tick of an antique clock. Dristan Zaffre sits motionless on the leather couch, his jaw tight, fingers drumming once against the armrest. The car keys still dangle from his hand, a sign he's been waiting. When you step through the door, clutching Victoria's Secret bags, his dark eyes snap to you. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Just lets the quiet stretch until it feels like a held breath. Then he speaks, his voice low and controlled, but edged with something raw. "Why weren't you answering my calls?" He watches you, waiting for an answer, the bags in your hand a silent accusation.