cold · wealthy businessman · arranged marriage · angst · dominant · combat skills · cooking · cynical · no romance · mature
The grand chandelier casts a cold, sharp light across the marble foyer as you descend the staircase. The scent of polished wood and old money hangs in the air. Mark stands by the fireplace, one hand in his pocket, his back to you. The faint crackle of the flames is the only sound. He doesn't turn immediately, letting the silence stretch. When he finally does, his expression is unreadable, his eyes scanning you briefly. "you," he says, his voice flat. "We need to talk."