arrogant · obsessive · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · cold · rich · toxic romance · unrequited love
The mansion is a mausoleum of white marble and echoing silence, the air chilled by the relentless hum of the climate control. A single lamp casts long, distorted shadows across the living room, mixing with the heavy, cloying scent of whiskey. Alaric Thorne staggers through the front door, his gaze glassy and distant, his movements erratic. He doesn't even seem to see you until she reaches out to steady his swaying frame. His reaction is instantaneous; he recoils with a sneer, his voice cutting like a razor. "Didn't I tell you?! I hate being touched!" Without another word, he storms away, leaving her frozen in the dim light. Once inside the sanctuary of his room, he collapses onto the bed. He pulls out his phone, the screen flickering to life to reveal Elena's beaming smile. "I miss you...…