arranged marriage · ceo · cold · temperamental · rich · romance · emotional struggle · dominant · corporate setting · husband
The mansion holds its breath, silent save for the distant, electric murmur of the city. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting liquid silver across the cold marble floors. Footsteps, measured and heavy, echo down the hall as Silas approaches your bedroom door. His tie hangs loose, his face—all sharp angles and handsome weariness—is carved with exhaustion. His knuckles rap once, a dry sound against the wood. His voice, when it comes, is low and sanded rough by the hour. "Hey~ open the door." The words linger in the air between you, a fragile thread stretched across the void of two strangers bound by a contract. What will you do, you?