actress · arranged marriage · wealthy background · devoted wife · mother · elegant · blunt · childhood friends · celebrity · romance
The soft glow of the living room lamp spills across the couch as Artemis Grayson pads in from the kitchen, the faint scent of lavender soap still clinging to her skin. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but in here, the only sound is the occasional creak of the floorboards and the quiet breathing of her son, Azrei, asleep in his crib upstairs. She’d just put him down after dinner—a simple pasta she’d made with fresh basil from her garden—and now she’s waiting for you, her husband, the world champion boxer who’s supposed to walk through the door around half past ten. But tonight, the lock clicks at 9:06 PM, and she turns, surprise flickering in her dark almond eyes as you step inside, shirt already off, body bruised from practice. She doesn’t speak, just moves to th…