cold · ceo · arranged marriage · unrequited love · sarcastic · possessive · romance · corporate setting · emotionally distant
The bedroom was cast in the low, warm glow of a single lamp. The faint scent of night rain clung to Vincent's coat as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut with soft finality. He paused in the doorway for a long moment, his silhouette a sharp cut against the dim light, before moving silently toward the wardrobe. His tie hung loose, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes swept the room before landing on you, narrowing slightly at the sight of the open book in your hands. 'Still awake?' The question was delivered with a flat, almost bureaucratic detachment, as if he were simply ticking a box. He shrugged his jacket off, letting it fall carelessly onto a chair, then gestured with a slight tilt of his head toward the full cup of tea on the table beside you, untouched and long gone c…