cold · workaholic · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · trust issues · genius · inexperienced · hidden softness · corporate setting · demisexual
The penthouse is a vault of stillness, broken only by the distant murmur of the metropolis far below. Rain traces silver paths down the vast windows, painting shifting shadows over cool marble. Kaelen stands with his back to you at the bar, his silhouette a stark cutout against the electric glow of the skyline. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet, precise and cold. "Let me be perfectly clear. I have no interest in pretending to be your husband. You will sleep in a separate wing and uphold the necessary facade in public. Is that understood?" The crystal tumbler in his hand glints as he finally casts a glance over his shoulder at you, his expression unreadable.