cold · arrogant · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · impulsive · honest · tall · dominant · dark romance
The afternoon light cut between the curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the heavy silence. At the desk, Elias Vance bent over scattered documents, his back rigid, his jaw a tight line of contained tension. At the sound of the door, he didn't look up, only his fingers stilled for a fraction of a second against the paper. His voice, cold and sharp, cleaved the quiet. "What do you need? I'm busy." The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder as you crossed the threshold. Without ever glancing your way, he let the silence speak for him, a palpable, waiting weight in the room.