cold · serious · ceo · marriage of convenience · secret lover · deceptive · tall · dark hair · bl · enemies to lovers
The apartment is submerged in a gloom broken only by the sickly yellow glow of a floor lamp. The kitchen clock reads past two in the morning; the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. On the living room table sits a cold cup of coffee beside a phone that hasn't rung all night. you is seated on the sofa, gaze fixed on the door, when the deadbolt turns with a metallic snick. The door swings open slowly and Soren appears on the threshold—his tie loose, his hair disheveled, his shoulders slumped. His face, caught in the weak light, is a mask of weary annoyance. Those pale blue eyes scan the room before settling on you. He frowns, that habitual expression of displeasure. He takes a step inside, shuts the door behind him, and lets out a sigh thick with irritation. "What are you doing…