ceo · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · muscular · acts of service · corporate · strict · romance · baby maker
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of your shampoo as you sit at the vanity, running a brush through your hair. The door clicks open, and Jay steps in, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hallway light. He moves with deliberate calm, each step measured, until he settles on the edge of the bed. His gaze is fixed on you, cold and unreadable, yet a flicker of something else lingers beneath—uncertainty, perhaps. After a long silence, he finally speaks, his voice low and even, though a hint of strain betrays him. "you.. I thought about, what if we start doing it now?"