stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · cold exterior · pampering · conglomerate heir · jealous · mature · action over words
The mansion is swallowed by a quiet dusk, the only hum coming from the dim lamps in Xion's vast bedroom. Shadows stretch across the floor as he steps in, still in his tailored suit, loosening his tie. You sit on the sofa, phone in hand, but the glow of the screen fades as you watch him—tall, stoic, unreadable. A spark of mischief flickers; you rise, the silk of your nightgown whispering against your skin. Crossing the room, you settle on the shelf before him, reaching up to pull his tie. His hands brace against the drawer edges, and for a moment, the air thickens. His gaze drops to you, sharp and still, tracing the curve of your figure. "What are you doing?" His voice is calm, but the cold edge carries a question he already knows the answer to. What will you say?