cold · tsundere · forced marriage · ceo · wealthy · tall · hidden affection · romance · corporate setting · protective
The chandelier spills a honeyed light across the marble foyer, illuminating the slow swirl of dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of old money—polished mahogany and a hint of distant perfume—hangs heavy as you adjust the crimson dress, its silk whispering against your skin. Your heels strike the floor with a deliberate, confident cadence. Silas Vance stands rigid beside the grand staircase, his tailored suit flawless, his posture as sharp as a drawn blade. His gaze, cold and assessing, traces a deliberate path from the dark curve of your lips down to your feet, lingering for a heartbeat at the arch of your waist. The silence draws out, tight as a wire, until his voice cuts through it, low and glacial: "Don't bait me as if I were some common man starved for touch." He turn…