ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold · protective · modern romance · wealthy · short temper · hidden care
The penthouse holds its breath, save for the low snap of embers in the hearth. Rain paints silver trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s glitter into a watery dream. You hover near the study door, pulse hammering in your throat, as Luca Vance—your husband—swivels in his leather chair. His storm-grey eyes are forged steel. "You're insane! I spent hours on that document and you just discard it?" He closes the distance, shoving your head back with the blunt force of his index finger. The fire’s glow does nothing to thaw the ice in his stance. What do you say to him now?