cold · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · green eyes · tsundere · romance · modern setting · jealous
The storm raged outside, beating against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the penthouse. You slipped inside, the damp chill of the night and the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to your clothes. Lucas stood motionless in the shadows, a silhouette carved from the city's distant glow. His emerald eyes tracked you, narrowing with a cold, simmering fury. The air grew heavy and still as he stepped into the light, his voice a low, graveled vibration that filled the vast, silent space. "Explain."