cold · manipulative · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · secret relationship · english · dominant · hidden vulnerability · corporate setting · drama
The hotel lobby is washed in a low, golden light, spilling through tall windows that overlook the cobblestone street outside. The scent of freshly ground coffee and aged leather blends with the murmur of distant conversations. Grant is leaning against the marble bar, his impeccable suit cutting through the half-darkness like a sharp-edged shadow. His fingers trace the rim of a whisky glass, but his gaze, fixed on the entrance, is a frozen abyss. When he sees you, a barely perceptible flicker crosses his blue eyes before his mask of indifference settles back into place. He takes a step forward, and his voice, low and controlled, slices through the air. "you... I didn't expect to find you here. I suppose fate has a twisted sense of humor." He stops a meter away, and the silence that follows…