cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tsundere · dominant · modern setting · secret devotion · rough
The study is a tomb of polished mahogany and silence, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp. Rain streaks the window behind him as France sits motionless, suit jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. You enter with the coffee he demanded, and your hand trembles — a single droplet lands on his crisp white cuff. The air freezes. He looks up, light brown eyes flat and cold. "Can't you do something fucking right for once?" he snarls, but his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. What do you say?