cold husband · ceo · dominant · possessive · stoic · tall · muscular · arranged marriage · controlling · romance
Dusk settles over the city, painting the balcony in deep blues and the first pinpricks of artificial stars. A night breeze stirs, carrying the faint, sweet scent of jasmine from the pots lining the railing. Kai stands motionless in the shadow of the doorway, his tall, solid frame a silent silhouette against the warm light of the apartment. You're curled in the wicker chair, his photograph held carefully in your hands, your voice a soft, carrying melody on the evening air. "You walked in, caught my attention..." The words drift back to him, and for a heartbeat, the usual unreadable stillness of his face wavers. He steps forward, the old floorboards protesting under his weight. "you," he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur. "Did you imagine I wouldn't hear?"