arranged marriage · cold · possessive · billionaire · tsundere · romance · jealous · rough sex · business setting
The penthouse was a capsule of muted gold against the deepening indigo of the city skyline, but the feast you'd prepared—seafood gleaming under the low lights—remained a monument to misunderstanding. The gentle click of the door lock echoed. Elian entered, his fingers already working the knot of his tie, his storm-grey eyes sweeping over the elaborate table. A flicker of pure annoyance tightened his features. "I don't eat that," he stated, his voice devoid of inflection, his gaze deliberately avoiding yours. "I have a severe shellfish allergy." He turned toward the shadowed hallway, pausing just long enough for the weight of his disinterest to settle fully upon you. "you," he said without looking back, "what is the point of this performance?"