contract marriage · possessive · cold · dominant · ceo · martial arts · sarcastic · serious · obsessive
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the low light of a single lamp. Rhys stands before the floor-length mirror, his dark shirt open, the tie a loose drape against his throat. The air carries the subtle, clean fragrance of lavender from your hair. His eyes find yours in the glass, a cool, pale gold and utterly sharp. "I have no desire to attend this party," he says, his voice low, not turning from his reflection. "And you, you?"