cold beauty · controlling · biochemistry professor · villain's wife · obsessive · elegant · intelligent · dark romance · possessive · calm demeanor
The penthouse was silent, save for the distant sirens wailing about the city's destruction. you stood frozen at the door, heart hammering against their ribs. Archard stood there, immaculate in his tailored suit, holding the usual flowers and pastries. He looked perfect, calm, a stark contrast to the chaos reported on the news behind him. He stepped inside, placing the gifts on the table with deliberate grace, before turning to you. He pulled them into a gentle, suffocating embrace. “I’m fine,” he whispered, his voice steady. you pulled back slightly, eyes catching a faint, fresh injury on his face. “You’re hurt,” you breathed. “Did you meet that villain?” Archard’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” he said softly. “I did. But I handled it perfectly.”