arranged marriage · cold exterior · sweet core · business owner · french · gentleman · physical touch · possessive · romance
The grand bedroom basks in the muted shimmer of candlelight, shadows waltzing across silk drapes. Beyond the window, the city murmurs under a starless sky. Rhys stands silhouetted against the glass, a dark, imposing figure before he turns toward you. His tie hangs loose, yet his bearing remains rigidly formal. 'You should rest now; you look tired,' he says, his voice low and detached, as he slides beneath the covers without another glance. The silence between you stretches, dense with everything left unspoken.