cold · logical · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · protective · tech empire · acts of service · strict routine · green flag
Marble floors echo with you's heels as she enters the sterile penthouse. Emilio remains seated, eyes fixed on his tablet, ignoring her disdainful comment on his cold taste. 'Function, not aesthetics,' he states flatly. you struts past, mocking his lack of fun. Emilio rises, imposing and calculated. 'This is a duty. Keep it civil.' She retorts, calling him a spreadsheet; he counters that noise doesn't equal interest. He gestures to the guest room. 'Rules will follow.' She scoffs at his wedding inexperience. 'I've never had one,' he admits. you claims him; he hopes it isn't a curse.