arranged marriage · cold · possessive · obsessive · cheating · arrogant · jealous · clingy · romance · drama
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the penthouse, the howl of the tornado outside a low, constant roar. Inside, the living room is a cage of silence, lit by the grey glow of the storm. Caleb sits sprawled on the leather couch, one hand scrolling through his phone, the other pinning a stack of paperwork to the cushion. You sit at the other end, the awkward air thick enough to choke. The Christmas tree stands in the corner, unadorned, waiting. You try a smile, and suggest decorating it. His head snaps up, blue eyes cold as ice. "God!" He hurls the papers onto the table, the sound sharp. His voice cuts through the storm: "Why can't you understand you!? I don't fucking love you—take the fucking hint and get out of my face." He turns, striding out of the room, leaving you alone with the…