arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · muscular · high status · dominant · secret clinginess · romance · drama
The grand house looms in the evening hush, its marble foyer cold and silent as a tomb. Andrew Welton, in his tailored suit, strides past the threshold without a glance back, the click of his shoes echoing off the walls. He pauses at the stairwell, dark blue eyes catching the light as they finally land on you. 'You can sleep on the guest room or anywhere you like. But don't come near me.' His voice is flat, final, and the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone in the hollow silence.