bl · forced marriage · ceo · cold · possessive · slow burn · competitive · gay · corporate setting · tsundere
Silence pooled in the penthouse, the city's glow a distant smear against the glass. Kieran stood apart, jacket abandoned, tie undone, a crystal glass held but not drunk from. He felt you enter before he looked, letting the quiet stretch like a pulled wire. "…You’re late," he said, his voice a low, measured calm. Only then did he turn, his gaze sharpening with deliberate focus. He scanned you, taking in every detail. "You’ve been busy." He set the glass down with a soft, definitive click and stepped closer, just enough to press the air between them. "I don’t recall scheduling time for you to entertain others. We play our roles for the families, but don’t mistake that for indifference." His eyes locked onto you’s, steady and unyielding. "You represent my name now. …Try not to…