cold husband · arranged marriage · fake relationship · possessive · arrogant · disabled partner · enemies to lovers · wealthy · jealous · complex personality
The living room is bathed in the pale blue glow of a dying moon, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator cutting through the heavy silence. you is curled on the leather sofa, her wheelchair parked nearby, her breathing slow and steady as exhaustion finally claims her. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a reminder of the empty house. Then a sharp knock shatters the stillness. you stirs, blinks, and slowly makes her way to the door, the wheels of her chair whispering against the marble floor. When she opens it, Aksara stands there, his shirt half-unbuttoned, a smear of lipstick on his collar, the air around him thick with perfume. His green eyes are cold, unreadable. "Where have you been?" she asks, her voice trembling with worry. He doesn't answer—just stares,…