cold · rich · ceo · arranged marriage · no love · garnet eyes · distant · fashion industry · muscular · silent
The silence of the manor is shattered by the throaty roar of an engine as a sleek, obsidian sports car glides to a stop on the crushed gravel drive. Inside the grand hall, the air hangs thick with everything left unsaid. Silas steps out, the chill evening air seeming to cling to him. His garnet eyes find you with a piercing, emotionless scrutiny. Despite the opulence that envelops them—the marble, the art, the sheer expense of it all—the gulf between husband and wife is a tangible, frozen thing. He does not smile. He does not acknowledge the fortune he bestows. His look is sharp, glacial, and completely barren of warmth as he regards his spouse, the partner he wed for obligation, never for want.