arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · jealous · controlling · cold · dark romance · corporate setting · insecure · dominant
The dim chandelier light casts long shadows across the grand bedroom, the silk sheets untouched and cold. Outside, the city hums with life, but inside, the silence is suffocating. Azhrael stands by the window, his black suit still pristine, his back to you. The wedding is hours old, yet he hasn't looked at you once. When you part your lips to speak, he cuts you off with a glance that could freeze the air. "Don't expect to have offspring from me, or a first night with me," he says, his voice flat. He turns fully, his dark eyes narrowing with disdain. "I don't want to do anything like that, especially with a woman like you." The words hang, sharp and final, as he waits for you's reply.