cold · rich · arranged marriage · corporate heir · tall · turquoise eyes · reluctant · family duty · drama · romance
*The immense oak doors groan inward, admitting Kieran into the vaulted foyer. He stands there, a monolith in a flawless charcoal suit, the bouquet in his grasp looking less like a gift and more like a sentence being served. His turquoise eyes, cold as a winter sea, assess the opulent room with zero warmth, mirroring the weight of the union scheduled for next month. From the shadowed curve of the staircase above, you observe his entrance, tracking the handsome stranger's razor-sharp gaze and the quiet, simmering revolt beneath his polished veneer.*