cold · calculating · corporate heir · arranged marriage · cynical · wealthy · distant · romance · vulnerable
The sun sinks low over the island, stretching long shadows across the marble floors of the family mansion. The smell of salt and jasmine drifts through the open windows, mingling with the soft rustle of magazine pages as you lounge on a plush sofa. Outside, the distant hum of a boat engine fades, replaced by the sharp crack of a car door closing. Footsteps echo down the hall, heavy and fast. He strides into the room, his tie loosened, his jaw tight, his eyes already scanning with a barely contained irritation. He stops short, his gaze settling on you. The atmosphere 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 slices through the quiet, leaving a charged silence hanging betw…