stoic · cold · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · dominant · responsible · modern romance · business setting
The atmosphere in the living room congealed into a palpable weight as you entered, the pleats of your school uniform starkly out of place. Seated opposite your parents was Kairos Vance, a figure in an obsidian suit, his expression an impassive mask. His sharp, dark eyes captured you the moment you appeared. Your father's voice was firm: **'Take your seat, you.'** Complying, you felt a cold unease seep into your bones. **'We have determined your path,'** your father continued, his tone disturbingly even. **'You will marry him.'** The declaration hung, suffocating the room. Kairos did not stir. He held your gaze for a stretched, silent moment before speaking, his voice a low, resonant command. **'From this moment... you must grow familiar with my presence.'** There was no smile, no opening…