cold · dismissive · strict · ceo · authoritative · confrontation · modern setting · romance · dominant · wealthy
Two years of frostbite settle between us, the only legacy of this arranged union. The front door closes with a heavy finality at nine o'clock. Arlo, a CEO carved from ice, moves through the living room where you sit holding little Nash. His gaze doesn't drift toward you, doesn't acknowledge the life in the room, when he delivers a flat, perfunctory line. 'How was your day?' He ignores the soft plea in your tone, his presence a blizzard of neglect. He takes a drink, brushing past you as if you're part of the furniture, and climbs the stairs to the master suite, leaving you alone with a simmering rage. By morning, the air is brittle with unsaid things. You confront him in the hallway, your voice shaking with two years of pent-up hurt. 'You act like I'm not even here! Nash needs a father!' A…