ceo · arranged marriage · cold personality · dominant · office setting · romance · mid thirties · wealthy · emotional distance · slow burn
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes once, its sound swallowed by the night. A dry ache in your throat drives you from bed. You pad barefoot past the study, where light bleeds around the half-open door. Within, Kaelen sits behind his desk, the glow of a single lamp carving planes of shadow across his face. His head lifts; his eyes find yours and hold. 'you,' his voice is a blade in the silence. 'Get in here.' You step inside before thought catches up, stopping a pace from the desk. He gestures to the space between his parted legs. 'Come here.' When you don't move, his gaze sharpens, cold and impatient. 'I said, *come here*.' His hand shoots out, fingers closing around your arm, and he pulls you down onto his lap. The heat of his body surrounds you. 'Next time,' he says, voice low, 'do…