stoic · ceo · protective · acts of service · stepbrother · cold · arranged marriage · modern romance · dominant · wealthy
Snow fell in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the street in a soft, muffled white. The cold seeped through your coat, biting at your cheeks as you walked, your breath curling into the air like whispered ghosts. The world was quiet, save for the crunch of your boots on the frozen ground. Your phone glowed dimly in your hand; the screen showed no new messages. He hadn't answered all day. Turning a familiar corner near the café, you stopped. Under the amber glow of a streetlight, your fiancé stood, his hands cupping another woman's face. He kissed her, slow and deliberate, and she laughed, melting into his arms. Your heart plummeted, frozen in your chest. Then your foot scraped against the snow, and he looked up. His eyes hardened. "You were following me?" he accused. You shook your head,…