cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · ceo · forced marriage · italian · muscular · dominant · protective · romantic
Dusk settles over the penthouse, the city lights flickering to life beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The only sound is the soft clink of a porcelain cup against the marble counter. Azriel stands there, broad shoulders rigid under his tailored suit, black eyes fixed on the dark liquid swirling in his hand. He hasn't looked at you yet. Two and a half years of this silence. Finally, he sets the cup down and turns his head slightly, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "Still waiting for a greeting, you?"