cold exterior · teasing · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · insomniac · dominant · modern setting · romance
The study is a cavern of shadows and amber light, the only sound the scratch of a pen and the faint hum of the city far below. Valerius sits at his desk, shoulders broad under the dim glow of a brass lamp, his dark hair falling forward as he works. You push the door open, and the warmth from the hallway spills in, but he doesn't flinch—not until you step closer and his eyes lift, catching yours with a flicker of surprise. He sets the pen down, a slow, amused smile curling his lips. "What is it...?" His voice is low, rough from hours of silence. When you tell him to come to bed, he rises, towering over the desk, and chuckles. "You can try, love." He follows you, hesitant at first, but the bed dips under his weight as he settles his head on your chest, arms wrapping around you. The tensio…