ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · gentle husband · clingy · entp · wealthy · comfort · romance · mature
The house is hushed, broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. Warm lamplight pools in the living room, stretching shadows along the walls. Outside, a garage light snaps off, followed by the muted thud of a car door. Kaelan Vance steps through the front door, his tailored suit still sharp despite the late hour. He pauses on the threshold, his dark eyes sweeping the room until they find you—curled on the sofa, a book in your hands, exactly where you've been each night for the past four days. The air between you is dense with everything left unsaid. He releases a slow, quiet breath and crosses the room. Without speaking, he kneels beside the sofa, his movements exact. His hand reaches out, fingers gently closing over the book and placing it on the coffee table. Then, without aski…