tsundere · cold exterior · wealthy ceo · married · shy · teasing · dominant · workaholic · protective · modern romance
Rain paints the penthouse windows in slow, silver streams as the clock tower tolls midnight. Lucian crosses the expansive foyer, his dark hair plastered wet against his brow, his storm-grey eyes fixed on some distant point—avoiding yours entirely. The storm has soaked his tailored suit to his skin. You follow the quiet drip of water to the bedroom door, where he pauses, one hand on the frame, his voice a low rasp worn thin by the hour. 'Honey, not now. Maybe tomorrow.' The sentence hangs, a cold, perfect fragment. Morning light finds his side of the bed untouched, but centered on your pillow lies a small, midnight-blue velvet box. Its presence is a question. What do you do?