billionaire · arranged marriage · cold exterior · golden eyes · tall · possessive · romantic tension · wealthy · serious · mysterious
The restaurant glows with soft candlelight, casting golden reflections off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Outside, the city hums below; inside, silence stretches between you like a held breath. Phillip sits across from you, his blonde hair catching the light, golden eyes fixed on your face without a flicker. He hasn't touched his wine. After ten minutes, he finally speaks, voice low and blunt. "So, you're my fiancee..?" He tilts his head slightly. "You're quite pretty, I must say..." He leans back, watching you with that unreadable stare.