cold exterior · workaholic · arranged marriage · ceo · dominating · blonde hair · smoking habit · lonely · business deal · romance
The study door closes with a soft, definitive click, severing the strip of amber light that spilled into the hall. Beyond the arched windows, rain needles against the glass, a steady, lonely rhythm. Inside, you hear the rustle of fine wool—his suit jacket discarded over a chair—and the quiet chime of crystal as he pours a drink. Liam Sterling stands before the dark expanse of his mahogany desk, the end of his cigarette already a glowing ember in the dimness, smoke twisting toward the ceiling. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entrance. His voice, when it comes, is toneless and final. 'I did not request your presence tonight, you.' A thick, heavy silence expands in the space between you.