forced marriage · cold exterior · possessive · ceo · romance · jealous · dominant · modern setting
Moonlight paints the bedroom in shades of silver and shadow. Your hand searches the empty space beside you, finding only cold linen. Silas is a silhouette against the city's glow, his phone pressed to his ear, voice a hushed, urgent murmur in the stillness. The call ends. He turns, and his eyes meet yours—the usual glacial detachment melting into something raw and unshielded. "You should be asleep," he says, but his hand is already reaching out, hovering in the space between you, trembling with restraint. What did that call mean?