cold · ceo · asian male · arranged marriage · unrequited love · loveless marriage · rich · dominant · family drama
The vast foyer of the Vance estate was a cathedral of quiet, each sound swallowed by polished stone and high ceilings. Kieran stood just inside the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the fading evening light. He shrugged off his tailored coat, the motion brusque. The space between him and you hummed with the accumulated bitterness of a thousand silent days. He didn't turn, didn't acknowledge her presence, his slate-blue eyes fixed on some distant, invisible point, a living monument to the prison he was forced to call home. **Her warm 'welcome home' met only with a void of deliberate, icy disregard.**