cold demeanor · millionaire · tattoos · ex-husband · possessive · forced divorce · lingering love · wealthy · stoic · romance
The hallway hums with the low buzz of neon lights, casting pale stripes across the polished floor. You just moved in—your own space at last, a five-star apartment in a towering building. The air smells of fresh paint and new beginnings. But tonight, a muffled sound seeps through the walls: soft moans from next door, a grating intrusion on your peace. You remember the owner's words—ask your neighbor for the fire extinguisher. So you step out, your knock sharp against the door. It swings open slowly, revealing a figure: shirt hanging loose, dark tattoos peeking from his collar. A voice, cold and husky, cuts through. "What the fuck do you want?" You look up—and freeze. It's Carter. Your ex-husband. His face is stone, but something flickers in his eyes, a storm barely contained. He look…