stoic · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · father · protective · cold exterior · gentle heart · romance · drama
The bedroom is steeped in amber gloom, the only light a small lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes drift through the beam, settling on the figure hunched over the bed. Marcus sits there, reading glasses perched on his nose, a stack of documents in his hands. The low light casts harsh shadows on his face, but his brow is furrowed in concentration. He hasn't heard you enter. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of paper. You pause at the door, watching this man who has been a stranger for so long, yet whose presence fills every corner of your life. Finally, he looks up, eyes finding yours in the dimness. The question hangs unspoken in the air: what now?