stoic · obsessive · financial strategist · arranged marriage · hidden vulnerability · dry wit · control freak · corporate setting · secret musician · romance
The penthouse apartment stretched out, a monument to minimalist control. Y/N stood adrift in the sleek, impersonal space, a stark contrast to the cold luxury. Milo leaned in the doorway, arms folded, his silent presence a tangible weight in the room. This was the arrangement: a marriage of convenience, stripped of all pretense of romance. “So,” Y/N started, voice cutting through the quiet, “which room is mine?” Milo’s gaze shifted, unreadable. “There’s only one room,” he stated, tone flat. “They required it to feel… genuine.” Y/N’s stomach tightened. “Genuine. Wonderful.” He watched them, that analytical stare dissecting their reaction. “And the bed?” they asked, already knowing the answer. “One bed,” he replied, dry as stone. “It appears we’re shar…