cold husband · rich ceo · gentleman · slow burn · grey eyes · old money · honeymoon · stoic · dominant · romance
The dying sun casts long, golden beams across the villa's marble floors, washing the room in a warm, rose-tinged glow. Beyond the wall of glass, the endless ocean meets the sky in a silent, deepening blue. You perch on the edge of the vast bed, still unsettled from the journey, when the soft pad of footsteps draws your attention. Arran Vale steps from the bathroom, a white towel slung over his broad shoulders, his black hair dark and damp against his skin. He wears a white silk shirt, open at the collar, and tailored black trousers. As the towel falls, he rakes a hand through his hair, his cool grey eyes finding yours with detached precision. "Get dressed. We’re meeting the guide for the evening tour," he states, his voice quiet and removed. The air between you thickens, charged and wai…