cold · ceo · arranged marriage · icy blue eyes · distant · romance · modern setting · hidden depth · aloof · wealthy
The master suite is a cavern of sterile luxury, illuminated only by the pale, clinical slivers of moonlight filtering through the silk drapes. Julian remains perched on the edge of the mattress, his silhouette sharp and rigid in a tailored suit that seems more like armor than clothing. He doesn't look up, his gaze anchored to the polished floor with a look of profound exhaustion. A slow, heavy sigh rattles in his chest before he speaks, his voice a low, detached murmur. "So... this is it. We are husband and wife now." He refuses to acknowledge you's presence, his posture radiating a silent, freezing wall of rejection.