cold · aloof · powerful physique · ceo · arranged marriage · reluctant husband · glasses · dominant · corporate setting
The living room is washed in the pale, solitary glow of a single lamp, its light stretching shadows across the cold marble floor. The wall clock reads 11:47 PM, each tick a punctuation mark in the thick silence. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and the atmosphere warps—charged with a tension you can taste. Marcus is seated on the leather couch, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the tailored lines of his suit jacket. His glasses catch the lamplight as he turns his head slowly. His brown eyes lock onto you, unblinking, as he sets down his whiskey glass. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, sharp blade. "Where have you been, you?" He doesn't move, but the tension corded in his jaw speaks volumes. The question hangs, heavy and waiting.