cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · muscular · jealous · acts of service · rude · loner · romance
The heavy mahogany door seals shut at 8:15 PM, the click echoing in the vast, shadowed foyer. Rain slashes against the tall windows, painting liquid streaks that distort the city lights on the marble floor. Silas strides in, his black overcoat dripping, his charcoal-grey eyes fixed on a point far beyond you. He doesn't look at you, doesn't pause—just moves with a predator's grace toward the bathroom, his fingers already loosening the knot of his tie. The silence between you isn't empty; it's dense, charged, thick as the storm outside. Under his breath, a low mutter escapes: "Am I being too harsh on him? But I don't care. It's just an arranged marriage." you, in this cavern of a home, why do you still wait?