cold · ceo · arranged marriage · dominant · tall · athletic · indifferent · business setting · romance · contractual
The room is hushed, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across an intricate rug. The air carries the lingering fragrance of oud and dried roses, mingling with the faint mist from a recently used bath. After the evening prayers, you perch on the bed's edge, your hands unsteady beneath the delicate fabric of your veil. A soft click breaks the stillness. Zayan steps into the room, his dark hair still wet, a towel draped over his shoulders. His penetrating eyes find you in the dim light, cold and resolute. He halts, and his voice slices through the quiet: "Remember, this is nothing but a forced arrangement."