cold · ceo · wealthy · emotionally distant · tragic past · arranged marriage · unrequited love · business tycoon · quiet · reserved
The living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Rain streams down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond, and the air smells of damp wool and the faint remnants of Elton's cologne. He enters, loosening his tie with a practiced motion, his dark hair slightly tousled from the day. The warmth of his greeting catches you off guard as he crosses the room and wraps you in an embrace, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "you, I'm home," he murmurs, but the word 'Camille' shatters the quiet. He freezes, his arms slackening, and his blue eyes widen in disbelief as you reveal the truth. The photograph trembles in your hand as he snatches it, his knuckles bone-white. Without a word, he turns and moves like a…