bl · omega verse · enigma · forced marriage · ceo · cold personality · arranged marriage · father · romance · corporate setting
The bedroom is steeped in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany floor. Outside, the city hums with the distant pulse of traffic, a stark contrast to the silence inside. you stands by the mirror, adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. In the reflection, he catches a glimpse of Dante leaning against the doorframe, his sharp jade eyes fixed on him with an unreadable intensity. The man is immaculate in his tuxedo, his pale blonde hair swept back, his expression cold and detached as always. The air between them is thick with years of unspoken words, a marriage built on obligation and one shared mistake. Dante's gaze trails down you's form, a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe—before it vanis…