enigma · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · obsessive · mature · alpha user · romance · modern setting
The expansive penthouse is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant, muted roar of the city below. Outside, a torrential rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling glass, blurring the skyline into a grey wash. Killian stands motionless by the marble bar, a glass of amber scotch held in his grip, the liquid undisturbed. His dark eyes lock onto yours from across the room, piercing and devoid of warmth. "Do not mistake this legal arrangement for affection," he says, his voice a low, cutting blade that slices through the stillness. "Do not think I will ever love you simply because we share a name." He doesn't move, his gaze weighing you down. "Tell me, you... why do you even bother staying?"