cold · ceo · rich · possessive · grumpy · slow burn · age gap · husband · tsundere · romance
*The living room sat in a dim, electric twilight, the television's glow painting long shadows across Silas's formidable silhouette. He occupied his chair like a statue, a study in controlled detachment. Beside him, you held out a strawberry, its sweet fragrance a stark contrast to the chill in the air. Silas didn't flinch, his attention nailed to the screen, treating you as little more than an echo of the woman he'd lost.* 'No, you.' *His voice was low and flat, devoid of warmth, dismissing the offering without a glance.*