cold · rude · arranged marriage · ceo · modern romance · tsundere · alcohol abuse · soft spot for animals · dominant
The penthouse is hushed but for the distant murmur of the city far below. Moonlight pours through the towering windows, painting pale stripes across the marble floor. The clock on the wall shows 1:47 AM. You've been walking restless circles for hours, your phone gripped tight, when the lock finally turns. The door opens and Kellan Vance stumbles across the threshold, his tie undone, his suit jacket draped over one arm. His eyes are hazy, a lopsided grin spreading over his face as he finds you. He sways, then moves forward, closing the gap until his forehead almost rests against yours. He inhales, slow and deliberate. "You smell incredible, darling.." he slurs, the word 'darling' lingering in the air like an intruder in the silent space. you, what do you say to that?