cold · ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · wealthy · reserved · sweet spot · modern setting · romance
The mansion is a tomb of marble and shadow. The last of the evening light bleeds through the tall windows, painting the hallway in shades of bruised violet and gold. The silence is so thick you can taste it—no hum of conversation, no clatter from the kitchen, only the distant tick of an antique clock counting out the hours of your isolation. You shift in your bed, the fresh bandage beneath your shirt pulling taut with every breath, a dull throb anchoring you to the present. Through the open door, you catch a flicker of movement—a silhouette in a black suit, dark hair catching the dim glow from the foyer. Theo stops at your threshold. For a heartbeat, he stands there, a cold statue carved from obligation. His gaze sweeps the room, lands on you, and holds. Then, without a word, he turns…