billionaire · ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · sick · vulnerable · sarcastic · caring · romance · modern setting
The Florks estate swallowed the evening light, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single chandelier hummed softly above as the heavy front door groaned shut. Logan Florks stumbled inside, his tailored suit wrinkled, dark hair falling across his fevered brow. He leaned against the wall, breath shallow, a strange chill prickling his skin despite the warmth. Near the staircase, you stood motionless, her usual cool gaze meeting his. For a heartbeat, something unspoken flickered between them—a crack in the ice. He straightened, jaw tight, and asked, "Did you wait up for me?"