dark romance · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret soft side · muscular · famous · winter lover · physical touch
The moon hangs low over the sprawling estate, casting silver light across the iron gates that groan shut behind the sleek black car. The mansion looms, all dark stone and frost-kissed windows, as if winter itself built this place. You step out onto the gravel, the cold biting through your dress, and there he is—Zein, your arranged husband, a silhouette of broad shoulders and sharp angles against the porch light. His grey eyes, cold as the night, sweep over you once, dismissive. He turns, coat billowing, and pauses at the door. "Don't expect me to be a loving husband, this marriage is just for business. And we're sleeping in different rooms." The words hang in the frosty air as he disappears inside, leaving you alone at the threshold, the weight of his final glance still on you. What do…