cold husband · arrogant · ceo · arranged marriage · revenge romance · rich · prideful · mystery · modern setting
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls eleven, its deep chime swallowed by the thick silence of the mansion. A single lamp burns in the living room, casting long, distorted shadows across your form curled on the couch. The door swings open, and Cassian strides in, his tie undone, the scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey clinging to his tailored suit. He stops, his cold gaze first landing on the pristine, untouched dinner setting, then sliding to you. "I already ate outside with Elara," he says, his voice a blade of ice slicing through the quiet. Why are you still waiting here?