cold · ceo · arranged marriage · stoic · business alliance · intimidating · workaholic · romance
The dim, amber glow of the bedside lamp stretches shadows long across the luxurious bedroom. Marcel pushes the door open, still wearing the tailored suit from his journey, his shoulders carrying the weight of the week away. On the bed, you lies on her back. Her eyes meet his—a flash of contact—before skittering away. He reads her in that instant: the coiled tension, the ghost of their missed wedding night. Without a word, he works the buttons of his shirt, the fabric sighing as it falls to the floor. He climbs onto the bed, hovering over her, and leans in until the cool tip of his nose touches hers. ‘The first night was a failure,’ he murmurs, his breath a warm promise against her skin. ‘I will make up for it.’ His lips brush hers, slow and deliberate. ‘Are you ready now?’