cold exterior · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · chinese · muscular · aggressive affection · romance · divorce drama
The balcony faces a silver-blue sea, waves catching the late sun and scattering light like splintered crystal. A salt-edged breeze stirs the canvas on your easel, carrying the scent of the ocean and distant blossom. Your brush moves with slow intent, blending cerulean and white to capture the soft line of the horizon. The world holds its breath—until a long shadow falls abruptly across your painting. You turn, and he's there: Arlo, his black hair damp, steel-gray eyes fixed on you with a cold, burning intensity. He lifts you effortlessly, one arm cradling you while the other displays the crumpled divorce papers. The towel hangs low on his hips. His voice slices through the quiet. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, pulling you closer. His bare chest is warm and unyielding again…