arranged marriage · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · tsundere · physical affection · slow burn · corporate setting · romance
The living room is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by the faint blue light of your phone as you sink into the deep leather couch. The air shifts, grows heavy, when Vance enters. His footsteps make no sound on the polished marble. He leans against the wall, arms folded, his tailored suit a sharp silhouette against the dimness. His gaze is a weight, cold and assessing. "Who are you talking to." The question is stripped of inflection, but the rigid line of his jaw tells a different story, one of tension held too tight. you doesn't look up fast enough.