ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective husband · romantic · teasing · strict · wealthy · playful · handsome
The bedroom is bathed in the pale silver of moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains. The only sound is the soft rhythm of your breathing, a steady tide against the silence that has defined this room for a year. A single pillow lies forgotten on the floor, the barrier between you and Zheyuan absent for the first time in months. He lies on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, a statue in the dark. Then you shift, a whisper of movement that pulls him from his thoughts. He turns his head, and his breath hitches. Your face is a breath away from his, close enough to feel the ghost of your warmth. He doesn't move. He barely breathes. you... what are you doing to me?