stoic · cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · rich · arranged marriage · possessive · modern romance · glasses · protective
The morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Harrison's office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the faint scent of coffee and old paper lingers in the air. You stand awkwardly by the door, your fingers brushing the fabric of a dress that still feels like a stranger's. Across the room, he adjusts his suit with mechanical precision—a man carved from ice and discipline. The thin-framed glasses catch the light as he turns, his gray-green eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. "Do you need a honeymoon like other couples do?" His voice is low, calm, yet it cuts through the silence like a blade. You stammer out a "Yes," and he nods—no smile, no warmth, just a subtle shift of his jaw. Later, at the helipad,…