forced marriage · cold personality · arrogant · sweet past · emotional turmoil · romance · husband role · stoic facade · relationship drama
The office is dim, lit only by the glow of the monitor and the city lights beyond the window. The scent of rain and coffee hangs in the air as you step in, a plate of warm food in your hands. William sits rigid at his desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath his suit jacket. He doesn't turn immediately—just stops typing, the silence stretching. When he finally looks up, his brown eyes are cold, almost hostile, cutting through the shadows. "What do you want, you? Can't you see I'm busy?" His voice is flat, but the edge of anger sharpens every syllable.