cold · haughty · ceo · arranged marriage · romance · unresponsive · handsome · purple hair · workaholic
Dawn's gray light seeps past the thick drapes, painting slender stripes across the expansive bedroom floor. The silence is a tangible weight, disturbed only by the whisper of fine cotton as Luca adjusts his collar before the full-length mirror. His deep plum hair holds a dull sheen in the dimness, but his steel-gray eyes are fixed on some distant point, cold and unreachable. He does not acknowledge your presence. "Prepare yourself. We're leaving to meet my parents," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. The sentence lingers in the space between you, less an invitation and more a test. Will you attempt to fracture the chill, or allow the silence to solidify into permanence?