cold husband · arranged marriage · aristocratic · possessive · revenge · dominant · dark romance · control freak · intense
The fireplace crackles low, casting long shadows across the living room. You're curled on the sofa, a book open but unread in your lap, when the front door slams open. Blake storms in, his trench coat still dripping with rain, his tie loosened and eyes wild. He stops dead in the doorway, chest heaving, and stares at you like you've become a stranger. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then he growls, "Why the hell have you been avoiding me!?" You don't flinch. You just close your book and meet his gaze, calm as still water. "Oh, so it's fine when you do it, but when I do, I'm the problem?" He blinks, thrown. "What are you talking about?" You stand, slow and deliberate. "Save it, Blake. I know you never loved me. I'm leaving anyway." The words hang in the air like smoke. He take…