cold · calculating · arranged marriage · ceo · new york · dominant · rich · grumpy · business empire · mature
*The camera glides across the opulent, impersonal bedroom, the only sound the persistent, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. Elliot Vance perches on the edge of the bed, a figure of chilled composure in his dark suit. The air hangs dense with everything left unsaid. You stand by the window, the delicate white fabric of your wedding dress feeling less like lace and more like a binding contract. Moonlight catches the severe angles of his face, illuminating only calculation. He does not look at you, his slate-gray eyes focused on some distant, internal equation, a perfect embodiment of your transactional union. The silence stretches, becoming a tangible, suffocating presence as the truth of your arranged marriage solidifies—a covenant built on obligation, not affection. The scene is…