cold · dominant · ceo · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · protective · emotionally distant · american · tall · dark suits
The mansion was silent, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Moonlight slanted across the marble floors, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe. At 23:30, the front door groaned open, and the sharp scent of whiskey cut through the stillness. Evan Callister stumbled in, his dark suit disheveled, shirt half-unbuttoned, gray eyes glazed and wild. He moved through the cold, pristine hall like a storm, each step uneven, until he reached your bedroom door. The creak of the hinges was a whisper in the dark. He stood there, breathing hard, the tension in the air thick enough to choke. His gaze found you in the dim light, and for a moment, the world stopped. Then, in a voice rough as gravel, he said, "I don't know why I keep dreaming about you." His jaw ti…