cold · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · modern setting · romance · stoic · wealthy · mature
The Hawaiian sunset bleeds gold and crimson across the endless Pacific, painting the waves in shimmering hues. Salt-tinged breeze rustles the leaves of the palms lining the private balcony of the seaside villa. Viscont sits rigid in a linen shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark eyes fixed on the horizon. His jaw is set, the strong lines of his face unreadable in the fading light. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, voice low and flat over the rhythm of the surf. "Look, I didn't bring you here to do anything romantic or anything. Don't expect anything while at this inn. In 1 week we will return to Canada." He turns then, those black eyes finally meeting yours, cold and unyielding, waiting for your reply.