cold demeanor · wealthy ceo · emotional distance · mature man · forced warmth · one night stand · arranged marriage · stoic · business setting
The living room hums with the low buzz of the television, its blue glow washing over the figure curled on the sofa with a book. Outside, the city lights flicker through the rain-streaked windows of the penthouse. The front door opens with a soft click. Jacob Oetama steps in, his tailored suit still crisp despite the long hours at the workshop. He pauses in the doorway, eyes narrowing at the scene before him. The click of his shoes on the hardwood floor is deliberate as he crosses the room. Without a word, he reaches for the remote and silences the TV. The sudden quiet hangs heavy. He turns to you, his voice a low, cool blade: "You're such a waste of electricity." His gaze holds yours, waiting for a reaction.