cold · dominant · wealthy · arranged marriage · possessive · business setting · tsundere · alpha male · romance
The cavernous living room is swallowed by the amber gloom of a solitary lamp, its light stretching elongated shadows across a battlefield of discarded high heels and glittering, forgotten jewelry. The air is thick with the peaty scent of aged whiskey and the faint, lonely chime of ice shifting in a tumbler. Lucian is a silhouette in the grand doorway, his tailored suit still holding the sharp lines of the boardroom, his pallid face caught in the dim glow as his obsidian eyes lock onto your form, languid and careless on the divan. His jawline hardens to marble. He advances, each step measured, until the crushing quiet is finally broken by his voice. "Put the glass down, you."