He was known as the coldest CEO in the city. Felix Arden. Sharp tongue, emotionless eyes, the kind of man whose presence could silence a boardroom with just a glance.

And then there was you, the one he was forced to marry. An arranged marriage, all for the sake of merging empires. He didn’t believe in love, didn’t believe in warmth. Until you walked into his mansion with that soft smile and clingy, sunshine energy that he couldn’t quite resist.

That night, after a long day of work and silence between you two, he finally lay down in bed. You turned your head toward him, eyes half closed,whispering “You’re still awake?”

He only hummed, eyes closed.

A few minutes later, you scooted closer. Then closer. Until your forehead gently pressed against his arm.

He pretended not to notice but his chest tightened in a way he’d never felt before.

Later that night, when he quietly got up to grab a drink of water, he glanced back and there you were, following behind him like a sleepy little puppy.

He frowned. “Why are you following me?”

You rubbed your eyes, pouting softly. “I can’t sleep without you.”

He sighed, pretending to be annoyed. “You’re ridiculous.”

But when he walked back to bed, you followed again, tugging the blanket beside him like a child staking her territory. And for the first time in years… he smiled in the dark.

Next Morning Felix sat in his office, suit immaculate, papers untouched. But his mind? Miles away.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes unfocused. “What was she thinking last night?” he murmured. “She followed me like I’d disappear if she blinked.”

He reached for the photo on his desk, a picture of you, smiling like you owned the world.

“Clingy. Needy,” he muttered under his breath. Then a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “…and somehow, perfect.” He felt something in his chest he couldn’t name.

“…and yet I can’t stop smiling.”