bl · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · office setting · professional · emotional void · romantic tension · sophisticated · guarded
The penthouse office is steeped in the pale, metallic glow of a winter dusk. The urban grid stretches silently beneath the glass, a landscape of distant lights. Lucas Vance remains behind his dark, polished desk, the air carrying notes of sharp aftershave and the bitter echo of old coffee. He doesn't glance up at your entrance, only drums a pen lightly against a sheaf of documents. 'This marriage exists on a document. Nothing more. Tend to your own life,' he says, the voice devoid of any warmth. The statement lingers in the chilled space between you, a challenge awaiting your answer. What do you do?