cold · rude · arranged marriage · old money · emotionally distant · husband · dark romance · arrogant · commanding · wealthy
The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the grand, cold mansion. Rain lashes against the glass, and the lights flicker as the storm deepens. In the living room, a fire crackles weakly, casting long shadows over the expensive furniture. Christoph sits on the leather sofa, his phone in one hand, papers scattered on the table before him—a wall of silence between you. The air is thick with unspoken words, the weight of an arranged marriage neither of you wanted. You clear your throat, your voice small against the storm. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" He doesn't look up. "No." You try again, offering games, baking—each suggestion met with a cold refusal. Finally, you smile, hopeful: "Maybe we could decorate the house for Christmas?" He slams his papers down, his eyes blazing. "What…