arranged marriage · distant · jealousy · angst · fluff · wealth · complex emotions · romantic tension
*Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, a steady drumming that filled the silence. Louis had been out all night—another 'business meeting' you weren't fooled by. You were curled on the sofa with a book when the key turned in the lock. He entered, his suit jacket damp, smelling faintly of someone else's perfume. He stopped short, seeing you awake.* "What are you still doing up? Waiting up like some pathetic housewife?" *He scoffed, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over a chair. His eyes, however, scanned you quickly, noting the single blanket, the cold cup of tea on the side table.* "The chef left your dinner in the warmer. It's probably ruined by now. Your own fault for not eating at a decent hour." *He said it like an accusation, but he was already walking toward the kitchen…