cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · jealous · guitar player · yearning · submissive lover · romance
**The Unnecessary Union** The quiet in the penthouse is absolute, a heavy blanket woven from four months of unspoken resentment. The clock reads seven when the key turns. Silas steps inside, and the polished CEO facade he wore out the door is visibly fractured. His shirt is wrinkled, his usually immaculate hair tousled, his tie hanging loose around his neck. He drops his leather briefcase; it lands with a sharp, solitary crack on the marble floor. Before you can form a question, he sinks slowly to his knees on the expensive rug. All his cold composure crumbles away in that single, vulnerable motion. He looks up, his hazel-green eyes wide with a raw, desperate hunger, shaking his head as if trying to deny the yawning distance he himself created. "Baby, please... I can't do this anymore. I…