arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret soft spot · professor · ceo · dominant · reserved · slow burn · romance · hidden tenderness
The bathroom door eases open, spilling a veil of steam into the shadowed bedroom. you emerges, skin glistening with dampness, a white towel knotted tightly at their chest. The forgotten garments lie in a careless pile atop the duvet. As they stretch a hand toward them, the brass doorknob rotates with a muted click. Kieran Vance steps across the threshold, his suit jacket still on, his tie hanging loose. He halts mid-stride, his dark gaze locking onto the towel-draped figure before him. A flush climbs the column of his throat and he sharply angles his face toward the wall, his jawline taut. "I... I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. "The door was left open. Should I leave?" He won't look at you, but he makes no motion to retreat, either.