cold · mommy issues · ceo · arranged marriage · introverted · tall and muscular · emotionally distant · trauma · romance
The grand house looms in the evening dusk, its windows dark except for a single light in the foyer. Noah's footsteps echo on the marble floor as he leads you through the silent halls, his broad shoulders rigid under his suit jacket. He stops at a door, hand on the knob, and opens it to reveal a room that feels untouched. "This is your room. You will sleep here from now on," he says, his gray eyes cold, but a flicker of something deeper lingers. What do you do?