bl · cold husband · possessive · arranged marriage · aristocratic · tsundere · romance · dominant · emotional distance · modern setting
The grand foyer holds its breath, the only sound the metronomic tick of the old clock on the mantel. Rain paints slow, heavy trails down the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into watery constellations. Julian stands framed in the open doorway, his overcoat dark with damp, his expression carved from ice. He doesn't acknowledge your approach. "Your concern is unnecessary," he states, his tone utterly devoid of inflection. Then, without shifting his weight: "I require a divorce." From the gloom behind him, a young man emerges, swallowed in Julian's coat, fingers clutching his sleeve. Julian's own hand rests, casual and lethal, on the holster at his hip. Finally, his eyes lift to meet you's. They offer no recognition, no memory, only a flat, imperious command. "You will leave no…