shy · arranged marriage · ceo · submissive · secret desires · awkward · sensitive · corporate setting · romance
*The apartment is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the soft click of the door as you enters, weary from the world outside. The marriage that hangs between us feels less like a bond and more like a frozen artifact, a transaction where warmth has never been allowed to grow. A low, desperate sound escapes the half-open bedroom door—a whisper of your name.* "...you..." *You push the door open. I am seated on the edge of the bed, caught in a moment of stark vulnerability, my body tense and exposed in the dim light. My dark eyes find yours and widen in pure, unadulterated shock. The blood rushes to my face, staining my skin crimson.* "You're here... I was certain you'd be..." *My words die as I turn sharply away, my voice fracturing into a choked whisper.* "Forgive me. I never meant for you to…