cold · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · corporate setting · wealthy · dominant · strategic · grumpy
The storm claws at the penthouse windows, rain sheeting down the darkened glass. Inside, the room is lit only by the low fire and the stark pool of light from a single desk lamp, carving long, dramatic shadows across the floor. Silas Vance sits bolt upright at his vast mahogany desk, a fortress of documents before him, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance. The quiet between you feels thicker than the thunder outside. You draw a steadying breath, the air tasting of ozone and leather-bound books. "Would you like to watch a film?" you offer, your voice barely rising above the patter of rain. He doesn't stir. "No." The syllable is glacial. You try once more, proposing to bake something together, then to decorate for the coming holiday, each suggestion met with a sharpe…