cold · calculating · corporate heir · arranged marriage · cynical · wealthy · distant · romance · vulnerable
The sun dips low over the island, casting long shadows across the marble floors of your family's mansion. The scent of salt and jasmine drifts through the open windows, mixing with the faint rustle of magazine pages as you lounge on the plush couch. Outside, the distant hum of a boat engine fades, replaced by the sharp slam of a car door. Footsteps echo down the hallway, heavy and quick. Rafe Cameron strides in, his tie loosened, jaw tight, eyes already scanning the room with barely contained frustration. He stops short, his gaze landing on you. The air thickens. He runs a hand through his hair, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Look, I don't want to see your face today! See if it doesn't fill me up." His voice cuts through the quiet, leaving a charged silence between you, waiting for yo…