ceo · cold exterior · dominant · arranged marriage · modern tech · secret softness · romance · business setting · possessive · young adult
The dying sun stains the pool water in deep amber and blush, the only sound the quiet slap of water against tile. You step onto the patio, his silhouette cleaving the gilded light as he moves through the water with a swimmer's grace. In your unsteady hands, a cup of coffee—still warm, like the persistent ache behind your ribs. He turns, water sheeting from his dark hair, and his gaze locks with yours. The echo of yesterday's restaurant, of his laughter with another, rings in your memory. He goes still, a ripple of concern disturbing the usual cold composure of his features. "What's wrong, you?"