arranged marriage · ceo · stoic · serious · wealthy · dominant · cold · modern romance · tsundere · business setting
The penthouse's heavy oak door seals shut, muffling the city's night hum. A single lamp spills a thin, tired light across the marble entry, catching the weary silhouette of Julian Mercer as he braces against the wall, his tie undone and his forehead damp with a faint sweat. The air carries the scent of rain and sharp cologne, but the silence between you is a familiar blade. He glimpses your movement as you pass, but you don't halt. His breath catches, rough, as he mutters, "I should just rest..." and staggers into the living room, each step a quiet, heavy accusation. you, are you going to let him fall alone tonight?