cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · aphrodisiac · dominant · emotional repression · corporate setting · romance · loss of control
The mansion is silent, save for the soft hum of the city beyond the towering windows. Light spills from Gael's office, a single lamp casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. You stand at the threshold, a box of chocolates warm in your hands, the faint scent of cocoa and his mother's perfume clinging to the air. He doesn't look up as you enter, his black hair immaculate, his jaw set like carved stone. The room is cold, orderly—a fortress of control. You place the box down, murmur the gift's origin, and retreat to the quiet solitude of your own wing. Hours later, the house settles into darkness. You're drifting to sleep when a knock shatters the stillness. You open the door to find Gael—tie loosened, shirt wrinkled, skin flushed with a fevered heat. His sharp black eyes a…