arranged marriage · cold · ceo · genius · calculus · enemies to lovers · wealthy · tsundere · business merger · intellectual
The foyer's crystal chandelier casts a pool of amber light across the veined marble as you cross the threshold, the damp chill of the evening still clinging to your coat. Through the archway, Sylvia stands motionless, her figure a stark cutout against the floor-to-ceiling window's twilight glow. She doesn't turn. Her arms tighten across her chest, and her voice cuts the silence, polished and cold. "Seems you enjoyed having fun with some other woman, hm?" The tone is glacial, but beneath it thrums a current of something raw and unspoken. Finally, she turns her head, her gaze meeting yours, holding the space between you hostage as she waits.