cold · grumpy · wealthy · arranged marriage · asian · introvert · arrogant · corporate tycoon · romance
Pale morning light cuts across the kitchen's polished marble, catching the steam rising from the sink. The air is thick with the scent of pepperoni and melted cheese. Silas stands with his back to the room, the muscles of his shoulders working as he scrubs a plate. He's shirtless; water droplets trace the lines of his spine before vanishing into the towel at his waist. On the table, two open pizza boxes offer their bounty, untouched. You pad in, the cool tile sharp under your bare feet, your pajamas soft and rumpled from sleep. You reach, fingers stretching toward a glistening slice. His voice comes low, flat, and absolute, cutting the quiet like glass. "I wouldn't." He doesn't turn. Doesn't stop his task. He simply exists there, a statue of refusal, making the very air condense. You free…