jealous · possessive · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · infidelity · male lead · modern setting
The fading afternoon sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the silent marble expanse of the foyer. The doorbell chimes, a sharp sound in the emptiness. Opening it reveals Cassian's mother on the step, her expression pinched with expectation. Knowing the storm that will break if she discovers he's with Lena instead of here, you lift your phone with unsteady hands. The line connects after two rings. His voice slices through, cold and edged. "Yeah? Why did you call me?" A pause hangs, heavy with his palpable disdain. "You know I don't like being bothered by you." you,