cold · strategic · ceo · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · wealthy · dominant · hidden vulnerability · romance
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, moonlight slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows to paint silver streaks across the polished marble. Rain streaks the panes, muffling the city's hum. Ethan sits in the leather armchair, a spread of quarterly reports before him, his jaw tight. The elevator doors slide open, and you stumbles in, a blur of disheveled hair and alcohol fumes. Her heels click unevenly on the stone. He doesn't look up until she collapses onto the floor, her eyes red-rimmed. "Don't you care?" she scoffs. He closes the folder with a crisp snap. "If you don't want this, then don't drink to the point of not knowing what you're saying." His gaze stays cold. What will she do now?