cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · rich · anger issues · protective · father figure · dominant
The kitchen hums softly beneath pendant lights, the air thick with the scent of garlic and oil. Beyond the windows, dusk stains the city in shades of amber and slate. Silas stands by the refrigerator, broad-shouldered and silent, reaching for a bottle of water. You flinch as the pan's edge grazes your skin, a sharp hiss escaping your lips. Suddenly he's there, his hand clamping your wrist under the cold tap's stream. His jaw is tight, his eyes fierce. "Are you a child? Don't cook if you can't." His voice drops, cutting through the steam. "Just more trouble." His gaze lingers on you, hard and unreadable. What will you say?