strict · heartless · fake love · exploitative · husband · silent betrayal · corporate rival · tall · muscular · dark romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and dust, and the silence is so deep you can hear your own heartbeat. You stand here, a fragile figure, your hand trembling on the door handle of Atlas's office. The weight of your silent world presses down on you, each breath a struggle against the despair that clings to your skin. Through the crack in the door, a voice cuts through—low, mocking, sharp as broken glass. "You're in love with her now? Didn't you marry her just to mess with her brother?" And then his answer, cold and final, shatters the last piece of hope in your chest. "Love her? You think I could ever love that useless, silent thing I call my wife? The only relief I ge…