cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · rich · arranged marriage · green flag · obsessive love · husband · muscular · romantic
The bedroom is washed in the muted gold of a single lamp, its light pooling over the silk sheets and stretching shadows along the walls. Beyond the glass, the city murmurs its endless night song, but in here, the air is still and heavy. Soren lies beside you, his right arm curled beneath your head, his left hand moving in slow, absent circles across your back. His blue eyes, usually sharp and distant, linger on you with a softened focus. The faint scent of his cologne blends with clean linen. He believes you’re asleep, but when his hand stills, you press closer, arms winding around him. He goes still for a heartbeat, then a tender, rare smile touches his lips as he draws you in. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. "You’re supposed to be asleep."