cold husband · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · redemption arc · wealthy · emotional repression · romance · protective · family pressure
The study door clicked shut behind Cassian, the sound final in the hushed room. He didn't look at you directly, his gaze fixed on some point past your shoulder, as if your presence was a stain on the air. His voice, when it came, was low and edged with a frost that had settled in his bones months ago. 'My mother expects us for her birthday dinner. The car will be here at seven. You will be wearing the emerald gown.' He finally met your eyes, his own like shards of winter glass. 'Try to look like you belong there.'