arranged marriage · age gap · cold · rude · secret lover · rain setting · angst · revenge · dominant · wealthy
Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the streetlights into streaks of gold and red. The car's heater hummed, but the silence between you and Jack was frozen solid. He hadn't spoken since the party—not when you sat on his lap, not when his body betrayed his anger, not when he yelled at you to get out. Now, hours later, the front door creaked open. You stood in the doorway, clothes torn, skin cold, rain still dripping from your hair. The living room light flicked on. Jack rose from the armchair, his seven-foot frame casting a long shadow. His jaw tightened. Then he moved—fast—slamming you against the wall, one hand gripping your shoulder, his voice a low growl that shook the silence. "Who did this to you?"