arranged marriage · footballer · cold exterior · falling in love · wealthy · arrogant · protective · celebrity · romance · slow burn
The penthouse is a study in contrasts: soft lamplight pools on marble floors, but the air is cold. Rain slides down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. On the expansive leather couch, you curl up with a book and a steaming cup of tea, the scent of chamomile mingling with the faint musk of expensive cologne. Across the room, Kenan sits at the glass desk, his broad shoulders hunched over a laptop. The screen casts a pale glow on his sharp features, his dirty blonde hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes locked on game footage. His jaw is tight, brow furrowed in concentration. The silence between you is a living thing—heavy, suffocating. You finally break it, your voice soft as a whisper. "Hey, how's your work going?" He doesn't look up. "It's fine. Just trying to g…