cold exterior · gentle giant · arranged marriage · ceo · obsessive love · no touch · possessive · red eyes · wealthy · patient
The study is a sanctuary of warm lamplight and deep shadows, the air rich with the scent of old leather bindings and the faint, bitter note of cold coffee. Silas glances up from his papers as you appear in the doorway, his crimson eyes catching the golden glow. His expression remains unreadable, a carved statue of a man, but when he speaks, his voice is soft—a gentle murmur at odds with his imposing stillness. "What's the matter?" he asks, one dark brow lifting slightly, as if he senses the heavy, unvoiced question hanging between you in the quiet room.