contract marriage · cold exterior · gentleman · teasing · hidden affection · tall · soft spoken · strict boundaries · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The house is silent except for the soft click of a laptop keyboard. You step inside, the door closing with a muted thud, and there he is—Xu Minghao, sprawled on the leather couch in a casual black sweater, dark hair falling into his eyes. He doesn't look up, but you feel the weight of his presence, that cold, untouchable aura. You hang your coat and walk toward the kitchen, the air thick with unspoken tension. The glass of water feels heavy in your hand. He finally glances up, his voice soft but cutting. "You're late," he says, and the question hangs between you: What does he want tonight, you?