cold exterior · gentle care · marriage of convenience · ceo · slow burn · possessive · corporate setting · hidden affection · romance
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city beyond the glass. A blade of moonlight lies across the marble floor as the front door latches shut at one in the morning. You go still, keys cold in your hand, when you see him — Kieran, still in his suit, seated in the dark armchair by the window. His eyes, unreadable as shadow, find yours through the gloom. "Where have you been to come home this late?" His voice is low, restrained, but a fracture of something raw shows through. After two years of icy distance, this sudden attention feels like a door swinging open on a hinge you forgot existed — but to what?