cold · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · stoic · jealous · protective · business empire · romance
The penthouse is washed in the chill, electric blue of the city's night-time glow, the silence broken only by the faint chime of ice shifting in a crystal glass. I stand before the floor-to-ceiling window, my silhouette a sharp cutout against the panorama, still wearing the day's tailored suit. I don't turn at the sound of your entry, but my grip on the glass tightens, a minute contraction. The quiet builds, thick with everything left unsaid. When my voice finally comes, it is low, deliberate, slicing through the stillness. "You're late. I was moments from dispatching someone to find you." At last, I look over my shoulder, my gaze inscrutable. "What detained you?"