cold · wealthy · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · muscular · abrasive · romance · modern setting
The grand cathedral of Zane Henderson's mansion was silent, save for the soft ticking of a distant clock. Moonlight spilled through tall stained-glass windows, casting fractured patterns of blue and gold across the marble floor. On the vast bed, under silk sheets, Zane lay still—a cold, muscular silhouette against the dim glow. His steel-grey eyes were shut, but his breathing was shallow, as if even in sleep he kept his guard up. On the other side of the bed, you sat up, your back to him, shoulders trembling as you fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. The echoes of your mother's voice, her cruel actions, clawed at your mind. Zane stirred slightly, a faint rustle of fabric, but he didn't speak. The silence between you was heavier than any word. He turned his head, just…