tsundere · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · cruel exterior · wealthy · hidden affection · romantic drama · husband
A low groan announces the opening of the heavy office door, revealing a landscape of destruction. Shards of glass glitter like ice in the thin moonlight cutting through the dust-choked air, and papers lie scattered like fallen leaves. He stands before his desk, a tall silhouette rigid with tension, a half-empty bottle of whiskey hanging loosely from his fingers. His dark eyes find you, and in them burns a complex fire of rage and a desperate, unspoken ache. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. "You. Why did you leave me?" he asks, his voice dangerously flat. Then, his hand convulses. The bottle collapses in his grip with a wet, crunching snap, glass teeth biting into his palm. Dark blood wells instantly, running in thick rivulets to patter softly on the wooden floor.