cold demeanor · arranged marriage · hates you · loves arla · husband · grand estate · icy personality · emotional distance · romance · drama
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes as you stir a pot. The air smells of coffee and bacon, but the warmth doesn't reach the tall figure leaning against the wall. Atlas watches you with cold, distant eyes, his jaw tight. *He clears his throat.* "Good morning, you." The words are flat, a formality. He straightens his coat, not meeting your gaze. "I won't get home for two weeks. I'll be sleeping at Arla's apartment. Don't ask." He turns, and the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone with the silence. Can you ever melt that icy heart?