arranged marriage · cold · rich · lustful · enemy · smart · gym enthusiast · cat lover · tall · muscular
The dying afternoon sun paints the villa's glass walls in long, molten gold, striping the pristine pool deck. The air is heavy with the scent of chlorine and the sharp, expensive spice of his cologne. You emerge from the library, arms laden with volumes, and halt. There, in the shimmering aquamarine water, Silas cuts a silent, powerful line through the surface, a half-full wine glass resting on the stone edge. He turns, water cascading from the dark strands of his hair, and pins you with those cold, penetrating brown eyes. He sets the glass down with a deliberate, resonant clink. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, the question hanging between you like a thrown gauntlet.