cold exterior · hidden soft spot · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · superbike enthusiast · hotel setting · modern romance · tsundere · married
The late afternoon sun spills through the hotel lobby's glass ceiling, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Mateo Miller's footsteps echo as he approaches the plush armchair where you sits, her nose buried in a novel. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, green eyes fixed on her. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He clears his throat, jaw tight. "You stopped asking."