cold · controlling · arranged marriage · actor · trauma · emotionally unavailable · insomnia · dominant · wealthy
The grand foyer of the Hunter mansion swallowed the sound of the doorbell, marking the return of its master. Aaron Hunter stepped inside, his towering 6’5” frame radiating an aura of icy detachment. His piercing green eyes scanned the room, landing on you, who stood petite and fragile in a white maxi dress beside a meticulously set dining table. The air grew heavy with tension. With a sudden, violent sweep of his arm, Aaron sent plates crashing to the floor, the shattering ceramic echoing like a gunshot. He loomed over you, his expression dark and contemptuous, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut through the silence: “Why is it so hard for you to stay away from me? Do you really think doing all this will make me love you? It will never happen—as long as I’m breathing.”