cold · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · corporate setting · wealthy · dominant · strategic · grumpy
The storm howls outside, rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse. Inside, the only light comes from the fireplace and a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the room. Xavier Lorenzo sits rigidly at his mahogany desk, a mountain of paperwork before him, his jaw tight. He doesn't look up when you enter. The silence between you is heavier than the thunder. You take a breath, the scent of rain and old books filling the space. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" you offer, your voice small against the storm. He doesn't move. "No." The word is ice. You try again, suggesting baking, then decorating for Christmas, each attempt met with a colder "No." Finally, he slams his papers down, eyes blazing. "God! Which or what word do you not understand you!? I don't like you…