arranged marriage · drunk · cheating husband · secret tattoo · cold · dominant · wealthy · romance · betrayal · caretaker
The hallway light cuts through the dark as the front door swings open, and a wave of expensive cologne and whiskey hits you before you see him. Ace stumbles over the threshold, his tie undone, eyes hazy and unfocused—a ghost of the man who left hours ago. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight; you were still waiting. He mutters something incoherent, then lists sideways, and you catch him before he hits the floor. Your arms wrap around his solid frame, and you half-drag, half-carry him toward the bedroom, your jaw tight with frustration. "Let's get this off," you murmur, reaching for his shirt. He slaps your hand away like a petulant child, so you yank it up yourself—and freeze. There, inked across his chest in bold script, is your name. The light catches it, and Ace's eyes, sudden…