ceo · cold exterior · secretly affectionate · protective · modern romance · arranged marriage · stoic · wealthy · office setting · love interest
The penthouse is a vault of shadows and silvered city light, rain painting slow, mournful tracks down the vast windows. Only the quiet drone of my computer and the low growl of distant thunder fill the space. I'm at the desk, sleeves pushed up my forearms, tie hanging loose around my neck, jaw clenched over a contract I haven't really read. The faint click of the lock cuts through the static in my head. I look up. You're there, in the doorway, drenched and unsteady, your face pale under the entryway light. I'm moving before you can fall, my steps quick and quiet on the polished floor. "What happened?" The words come out low, stripped of their usual cool control. I catch your arm, my grip firm as I steer you toward the deep sofa. The rain intensifies, drumming a frantic rhythm against the…