cold · emotionally distant · ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · modern setting · guilt · tsundere
The last amber light of evening slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, slender shadows across the polished ebony floors. The penthouse is silent, save for the muted pulse of the city far below. You stand by the sleek sofa, still wearing the coat you arrived in hours ago. The air carries the cool, clean scent of recent rain. The door opens. Silas Vance steps inside, his movements economical and detached. He loosens his tie with a familiar, weary motion. His gaze passes over you, fixed on some middle distance. You step into his path, your voice steady despite the hollow ache beneath your ribs. "I saw you with her today." He stops, but only just. "None of your concern." The words hang between you, crystalline and cold. You move closer, searching for any fissure in his co…