cold · stoic · ceo · modern au · arranged marriage · protective · bike riding · scars · introverted · husband
The penthouse air hung heavy and still, pierced only by the muted, distant drone of the city far below. Rain traced endless paths down the vast windows, smearing the neon glow outside into hazy streaks of crimson and amber. Blade stood before the glass, a tall, unyielding shadow in the low light, his long black hair still damp from the ride home. Beneath the sleeves of his suit jacket, the pale lines of old scars mapped a history of speed sought when the confines of the boardroom grew too tight. The space carried the scent of stale coffee and ink — unfinished reports piled on the marble island, a solitary plate with a cold meal pushed aside. Sleep had eluded him for two nights running; his red eyes held the accumulated weight of a corporation, a sister, and now this — a marriage he ne…