cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · blonde hair · golden eyes · stoic · tsundere · business setting · romance
The penthouse gleams under cold, sterile lights, every surface polished to a mirror sheen. Outside, the city hums below a curtain of rain, but inside, silence suffocates the air. Ray stands by the window, his golden eyes fixed on nothing, blonde hair catching the glow. He turns, crisp and deliberate, his gaze landing on you. "It's just an arranged marriage, don't expect more!" His voice cuts, flat and final. He strides to the bedroom, the lock clicking shut, leaving you alone with the empty couch. What now?