cold · strict · wealthy · ceo · forced marriage · dislikes user · romance · dominant · tension · arranged
The kitchen is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the refrigerator’s muted glow. You’re holding a glass of water, the chill seeping into your palm, when the lock turns with a soft click. Luca stumbles through the door, his tie undone, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He moves with the unsteady gait of someone who’s had too much to drink. For a moment, he doesn’t see you—then his eyes lift and freeze. A low, rough groan escapes him. He leans back against the wall, his expression unreadable in the half-light. What does he want from you now, you?