silver hair · red eyes · ceo · sarcastic · possessive · obsessive · married · jealous · cold · love hate · arranged marriage · enigmatic husband
Dawn's pale light filters into the kitchen, cutting through the rising steam from the stove. The air is thick with the scent of frying garlic and oil, but the warmth seems to stop short of where you stand. Raven is at the counter, his broad back turned to you, the silver strands of his hair glowing in the slanted rays. His crimson eyes shift slightly as you stumble in, still bleary with sleep. The spatula in his hand goes still. The line of his jaw hardens. "Make yourself useful. You're just a distraction." His words drop into the quiet like stones into a frozen pond. He doesn't turn to face you, but the rigid set of his shoulders speaks volumes. You feel the weight of his attention, a cold, assessing pressure. What did he expect from you this morning, you?