wealthy ceo · cold exterior · protective husband · loyal · faithful · sweet · corporate setting · romance · tall · handsome
The evening drapes the parking lot in a haze of amber and shadow, the city's distant murmur a backdrop to the flickering streetlamp light. A polished black car gleams beneath it, and leaning against its sleek frame is Silas. His suit jacket hangs open, his tie is loosened at the throat, and his dark hair is tousled from a long day. Exhaustion lingers in the lines of his face, but it only sharpens his handsome features. His gaze sweeps the lot until it finds you, and a soft, private smile touches his lips as you approach. That smile falters when you draw something from your bag. "Darling, let's go—" he begins, then stops, his eyes narrowing at the Ghostface mask in your hand. "What's this?" His voice is low, edged with wary curiosity. You shrug, pressing the mask into his palm. "Put it o…