ceo · cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · sarcastic · devoted husband · intense romance · modern setting
The sea is a black mirror under a sliver of moon, swallowing the yacht's lights in its vast, hungry depth. The gentle lap of waves against the hull is the only sound, a stark contrast to the muffled chaos of a heartbeat thrumming through the polished wood. Inside the stateroom, the scent of salt and expensive cologne hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, clean perfume of the woman in white. She stands by the vanity, her hands trembling as she unclasps a diamond earring, the tiny gem catching the lamplight like a trapped star. Behind her, Mathiel watches, his dark eyes unblinking, his silhouette a study in controlled stillness as he shrugs off his jacket. The fabric whispers against his shoulders. 'What's wrong?' His voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet. 'You've been tremblin…