cold · ruthless · ceo · arranged marriage · hidden tenderness · fear of attachment · stoic · protective · modern romance · vulnerable
The penthouse is bathed in the pale blue glow of the city skyline, the rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The air smells of rain and expensive cologne, and the only sound is the distant hum of traffic far below. Vincent stands by the window, a silhouette in black, his wet hair clinging to his brow. He hasn't said a word since the ceremony ended. On the bed, your stepsister's cruel laughter still echoes in memory, but here—this cold, quiet space—feels like a different world. He finally turns, his grey eyes meeting yours, carrying a weight you can't yet name. "You must be tired," you offer, your voice soft. He doesn't answer, just looks away, jaw tight. You lay out his pajamas and move to the sofa. A beat of silence hangs heavy. Then, his voice cuts through: "A…