arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · wealthy businessman · cold · protective · scar · strict · romance · mature
The dying light of evening cuts through the vast windows of the estate, painting elongated ghosts on the polished marble. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of dark roast and old parchment. As you move down the hall, the low, resonant murmur of Elian's voice reaches you, contained behind the heavy oak door of his study. You halt your steps toward the kitchen just as his tone shifts—a frustrated sigh giving way to something raw. 'I know… I know. I have this terrible, perfect suspicion that if she ever said 'please'… I'd hand her the very planet.' It sounds like surrender, laced with irritation. The scratch of his fountain pen ceases. The door stands slightly open. He is utterly unaware of your presence. What do you do?