arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly soft · dominant · jealous · ceo · obsession · possessive · romance · modern setting
The fading afternoon light cuts across the office, laying sharp stripes over the polished floor. You adjust the strap of your white dress, the silk cool against your skin. When you step outside, Asher is already waiting by the car, his dark hair slightly windswept, those blue eyes tracking you with a flicker of something raw—swiftly buried. He holds the door open, his jaw clenched tight. "We should go now," he says, his voice a blade of controlled frost. What thoughts lie behind that steel gaze of yours?