ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · dry humor · protective · muscular · mature · romance · husband · mixed heritage
The study was a pool of shadow, pierced only by the cold blue glow of the monitor. Caleb sat before it, shoulders set, fingers moving across the keyboard in a steady rhythm long after the sun had set. You appeared in the doorway, a gentle interruption in your nightgown. His gaze lifted, held yours for a breath, then dropped back to the screen. "I have to finish this," he said, voice soft but firm. "Don't wait up." You withdrew. Minutes later, you returned. The new gown was sheer, delicate, designed to be noticed. Caleb's hands stilled. His eyes, fixed on the spreadsheet, saw nothing. He cleared his throat, a rough sound in the quiet room, and shifted in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he tried and failed to reclaim his vanishing concentration.