arranged marriage · bl · tech ceo · dominant · strict · wealthy · sarcastic · protective · older man · brat tamer
The city murmurs far beneath the penthouse window, a tapestry of blurred lights and muffled sound. Inside the vaulted space of the mansion, the only noise is the measured, hushed tick of a grandfather clock. Silas stands before the marble fireplace, his black hair perfectly combed back save for a few defiant strands grazing his forehead. He doesn't turn at your entrance, his gaze fixed on the dying embers. "You're late. Again." His voice is a low, weary rasp that nonetheless carries a blade's edge. He finally shifts, crimson eyes finding yours across the dim room. "Don't imagine I've forgotten about the club."