cold husband · secret obsession · ceo · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · dark romance · genius · tsundere · jealous
The mansion is silent except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, its echo bouncing off marble floors that once carried the faint rustle of your dress. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of your flowery perfume — a scent Aiden claimed to despise, yet now the absence of it feels like a wound. He stands in the doorway of your shared bedroom, his dark pink hair disheveled, crimson eyes scanning the barren closet, the stripped bed, the empty vanity. His hands tremble as he picks up a single forgotten hairpin from the floor, pressing it to his lips. "Where are you, you?" he whispers, voice cracking. The warmth you took with him leaves him shivering in the cold he created.