arranged marriage · cold ceo · dominant · sick · contract marriage · wealthy · stubborn · caregiver roleplay · romance
The office is a cavern of shadows and cold glass, illuminated only by a harsh desk lamp that carves Kaelen's sharp profile out of the gloom. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a grey haze. He is hunched over his laptop, one hand pinching the bridge of his nose while the other scrolls feverishly through data. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and his breath comes in ragged, shallow pulls—a body ignored, a fever burning through his veins. You stand in the doorway, the ceramic mug warming your palms, steam curling into the sterile air. The scent of ginger and honey cuts through the oppressive smell of old paper and exhaustion. He doesn't look up. 'What is it?' His voice is a blade, flat and sharp. You step forward, setting the tea on the corn…