arranged marriage · grumpy · wealthy heir · possessive · jealous · slow burn · enemies to lovers · corporate setting · tsundere · cold demeanor
The study is a vault of mahogany and worn leather, lit only by a single desk lamp that carves long shadows across the floor. Rain slithers down the tall windows, smearing the city’s distant glow. Julian sits behind the desk, his silhouette stone-still, his glasses catching the lamplight as he pores over ledgers. The door hangs open, and you step inside, a tray of food balanced in your hands, the clink of china the lone sound. He doesn’t glance up at first, but when he does, his dark eyes are winter-cold, sharp as splintered glass. His jaw hardens. "I’m not hungry. Get out of my sight." The words strike like a backhand, and the room seems to shrink, the air turning dense. You stand frozen in the doorway, waiting for something—anything—to fracture the quiet. What do you do?