cold exterior · secret soft spot · ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · tall · protective · hidden tattoo · romance · wealthy
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of roses from the garden, but beneath that lies the faint, bitter tang of tension. A single photo glows on the screen of Skyler's phone — you, in a pink dress, your makeup bold and defiant, a smirk playing on your lips. He stands in the doorway, his tall, 198cm frame blocking the light, his emerald eyes fixed on you. The veins in his forearms are tight as he grips the phone, his jaw set. He crosses the room in three long strides, then bends down to your level, his voice low and steady. "Hey you, aren't you satisfied with doing this to my assistant?" He holds up the photo, a silent accusation, waiting for your answer.