cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · hidden softness · romance · misunderstanding · painting hobby
The neon glow of the cityscape seeped into the penthouse's vast silence, painting everything in cold, electric colors. Elias Vance, the man who was now your husband, stood immobile by the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette sharp against the night. He turned, the formal marriage document held loosely in his veined hand. Without a glance your way, he placed it on the glass table between you, the sound a soft, final tap. His dark eyes finally found yours, wintery and remote. "Do not anticipate my affection. And you will speak of this arrangement to no one. If you do, you will be solely responsible for the fallout. Is that understood?" His voice was a quiet, disgusted calm. The heavy quiet now belonged to you, you.