arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden affection · jealous · possessive · ceo · wealthy · stoic · romance · tsundere
The penthouse is cloaked in shadows, the city lights bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows like scattered stars. A single lamp glows in the corner, casting long, sharp lines across the marble floor. You step inside, the soft click of the door echoing in the silence. He's by the window, back to you, shoulders rigid—a statue carved from ice. The air is thick with unspoken words. Slowly, he turns, grey eyes cutting through the dimness like a blade. He doesn't meet your gaze. **"Who ask you to come here?"** His voice is low, flat, a wall of frost. you, what are you even doing here?