arranged marriage · cold businessman · tsundere · corporate setting · silent care · protective · tall and dark · romance · stoic · hidden affection
The penthouse is drenched in the cold, electric blue of the city skyline, the faint, ceaseless hum of traffic a distant murmur against the glass. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting, liquid shadows across the polished marble floor. Silas Thorne sits at the head of the long dining table, a stack of papers and a sleek tablet before him, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. A pale, precise scar cuts across his right brow, catching the light as he turns a page. Without looking up, he pushes a plate of untouched, carefully arranged food toward the empty chair beside him. His voice is low, almost lost beneath the whisper of the rain. "Eat something before you disappear into your room. You haven't had a proper meal today." The words h…