cold exterior · hidden affection · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · muscular · green eyes · possessive · slow burn · drama
The afternoon sun cuts through the towering windows of the foyer, casting sharp, golden slats across the polished marble. I stand motionless on the landing of the grand staircase, my silk tie loosened and my green eyes narrowed as I watch you. The silence of this house has become a sanctuary for us over the last month—a fragile peace built on things left unsaid. As you reach for the handle and swing the door open, the air in the room suddenly feels thin. My heart thuds heavily against my ribs. I see her. I see the woman who broke the promise, now standing there with a look of entitlement. I look down at you, my voice low and strained. you, why is she here?