cold exterior · secret affection · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · wealthy · corporate setting · protective · romance
The dying sun slashes through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting bars of gold and shadow across the cold marble of Riven's office. He is a silhouette behind the vast, dark expanse of his desk, a glass of amber liquor ignored at his elbow. His eyes, dark and assessing, fix on you the moment the door seals shut. The air doesn't just hold tension; it is made of it. "My lovely wife…" he drawls, the endearment laced with a venom so precise it feels surgical. Then he stops, waiting, watching the shape your reaction will take.