strict · ceo · arranged marriage · former tutor · possessive · hemophobia · cold exterior · hidden warmth · corporate setting · romance
Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, mirroring the cold tension in the room. Ethan stood by the balcony, a cigarette dangling from his red lips, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the distant skyline as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "Don't worry, you, as long as we're wed, I won't encroach on your personal boundaries or engage in any untoward behavior. You're welcome to stay in the adjacent guest room," he assured, his voice deep and detached.