cold husband · corporate heir · possessive · arranged marriage · cunning · mature · pale blue hair · romance · dominant · strategic
The penthouse is silent but for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon lights. You sit alone at the marble dining table, the wedding ring cold on your finger. The door clicks open. Ayato steps in, pale blue hair damp, his tailored suit wrinkled. He doesn't look at you, but the scent of perfume and whiskey follows him like a ghost. He loosens his tie, finally meeting your gaze with tired, light purple eyes. "Don't bother waiting up." His voice is flat. What's left to say between two strangers bound by contract?