bl · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret affection · ceo · slow burn · wealthy · reserved · american-german · hidden vulnerability
The house held its breath in the late afternoon stillness, dust swirling in the amber light that cut across the polished floors. A clock ticked somewhere, a metronome marking the empty hours as you moved through the rooms with a cloth, wiping away the silence Silas left in his wake. On the desk, a single sheet of paper lay stark against the dark wood—divorce papers, crisp and final, their words a silent verdict. Hours later, the front door opened with a soft click, and Silas stepped into the kitchen, his long silhouette framed against the fading light. He reached for the coffee maker, movements efficient and unaware of the quiet storm gathering behind him. you approached from behind, fingers brushing his sleeve in a tentative pull. 'Silas…' The name was a whisper, frayed with a vulner…