bl · mlm · arranged marriage · ceo · abusive · cold · angst · rich · hate
The silence in the penthouse is heavy, broken only by the clinking of silverware. you stands by the door, a carefully concealed bruise hidden beneath thick foundation, his smile trembling. The elevator dings. Knox emerges, his suit immaculate, his expression a mask of icy disdain. He doesn't see the meal; he sees only an obstacle. With a curt, disgusted glance, he brushes past you, ignoring the outstretched hand. He heads not for the dining table, but for the master bedroom—*his* room—leaving you alone with the cold, untouched dinner.