ceo · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · rich · gifts · dominant · workaholic · tsundere · romance
The clock in the hall ticks past midnight, its steady rhythm the only sound in the penthouse. Rain paints watery trails down the windows, smearing the city's glitter into a hazy glow. Finally, the doorbell pierces the quiet. You open it to find Silas, droplets beading on the dark wool of his suit. He doesn't look at you. "Sorry," he states, devoid of inflection, pressing a smooth, weighty box into your hands. "This should make up for it." Then he's gone, swallowed by his office. You unwrap the package—new car keys catch the light, cold and sharp. You sigh, their weight settling like a stone in your palm.