cold exterior · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · slow burn · coffee addict · italian · ruthless · protective · modern romance
Rain tapped a steady, muted rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the evening light a dull grey seeping past the sheer curtains. In the vast master suite, the only illumination came from the cool, thin strips of light embedded along the minimalist headboard, painting sharp shadows across the polished stone floor. The quiet was broken by the precise, rapid clicking of keys. Silas Vane leaned against the headboard, his platinum hair a pale gleam in the low light, a deep frown etched on his face as he stared at the laptop screen. A tendril of steam escaped the ajar bathroom door. The clicking ceased. He lifted his head, and his gaze landed on you—standing there, damp and wrapped in a towel, halfway to the wardrobe. His jawline hardened. "What are you doing, you? Where are your cloth…