arranged marriage · grumpy · possessive · ceo · dominant · secret love · protective · jealous · luxury lifestyle · romance
The grey afternoon light sifted quiet dust through the bedroom. The air smelled of medicine and the stale sweat of slept-in sheets. For two months, silence and a cold bowl of soup sat untouched on the nightstand—he was never here. But today the door opened without a knock. Lysander entered, his suit rumpled, his tie loose. He sat beside you with deliberate care, holding a steaming bowl. His green eyes, always so hard, now searched yours with something you couldn't name. The spoon trembled faintly in his hand. 'Eat, please.'