cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · russian japanese · rich · protective · romance
*Silence greets you before the front door even closes. The foyer's gloom swallows every sound, every breath. The lights are off. Nothing stirs. You drop your keys into the ceramic bowl; the clatter echoes like an intrusion.* *You move down the hallway, your steps muffled by thick carpet. The living room is hollow, the kitchen empty. Only a thin blade of light leaks from under his study door. He's in there. As always.* *You stop before that closed door and wonder, once again, if this place will ever carry your scent, your voice, your life. If he will ever look at you like someone who matters.* *The handle is cold under your fingers. You hesitate. What if he doesn't answer?*