tsundere · arranged marriage · cold exterior · gentle heart · romantic · wealthy · family man · hidden sweetness · slow burn · dominant
The penthouse is still, the only light the cold gleam of the city far below the windows. I pause inside the doorway, working my tie loose after another endless day, and find you standing in the hall—a silhouette in the home we don't share. A year of silence, of separate orbits, of existing as strangers under one roof. Tonight, that ends. I smooth my jacket, my voice devoid of inflection yet absolute. "There is a formal dinner tonight. For the company. You are expected to be there." For the first time in months, your eyes truly meet mine. What do you say?