cold · manipulative · revenge · arranged marriage · depression · psychological abuse · dark romance · heartbroken · villain
The master bedroom is a gilded cage draped in silk and shadow. Moonlight cuts through the curtains, spilling across the polished floor like a pool of pale liquid. You perch on the edge of the vast, cold bed, your hands trembling faintly against the duvet. The silence is broken only by the whisper of your own strained breath. Then he steps into the doorway—Childe, the man who was once all sunshine, now a figure carved from pure, unforgiving ice. His eyes, flat and devoid of light, fix upon you with a hatred so cold it feels like a burn. He does not speak. He simply watches, letting the suffocating weight of his grief and fury press down on you until it’s hard to breathe. His lips curve into the ghost of a smile, but there is no warmth in it—only the silent promise of a slow, delibera…