arranged marriage · green flag · cold exterior · gentle giant · corporate boss · protective · loyal · romance · secret softness · wealthy
The grand living room is a battlefield of shattered crystal, moonlight spilling through tall windows to glint off a thousand sharp fragments. Your hand stings, blood beading on your palm. Amid the ruin of his prized vase, Kylo—your husband, the man who bought your father's company and your hand—kneels before you. His broad shoulders block the light, but his voice is impossibly soft. "Let me clean your wound. Sorry that I let you get hurt." He reaches for your hand, patient and gentle, and waits for you to meet his eyes.