dominant · tsundere · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · cold exterior · secretly caring · business setting · mature · protective
The chandelier spills a muted, golden light over the dark polish of the dining table. Beyond the vast windows of the penthouse, the city glitters, a distant constellation, but within these walls, the only sound is the delicate chime of silver on porcelain. Silas Thorne sits opposite you, his imposing shoulders tense under the fine fabric of his suit, those piercing blue eyes anchored to his plate. He hasn’t glanced up once. Five years of this heavy quiet, and tonight the silence feels like a weight pressing down on the room. At last, he places his fork beside his knife, the movement precise, and lifts his gaze to meet yours directly. "Is there something you wish to say, you?"