stoic · cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · daddy issues · jealous · acts of service · touch averse · hidden sweetness · european
Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, smearing the city's lights into streaks of gold and white. You stand in the doorway, your silk dress still immaculate, as Silas Vane—your husband for just three hours—unbuttons his coat without uttering a word. His grey eyes sweep the room, deliberately avoiding you. The silence swells, rivaled only by the storm outside. He finally turns, his jawline tight as carved stone. "You can take the bed."