tsundere · cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · wealthy · possessive · high sex drive · rough
The Christmas Eve snow fell in thick, silent flakes against the dark windows of the penthouse, the only sound the crackle of the fireplace. you sat alone before it, a fragile figure in a thin, sleeveless dress that clung to her skin in the bitter cold, her eyes hollow as she stared into the flames. From behind, a strong hand suddenly draped a blanket over her shoulders—the scent of cold air and expensive cologne filled the space. Damian Lexington stood there, still in his black suit, his sharp blue eyes cutting through her like ice. He had just returned from two months overseas. "Torturing yourself again, you? How foolish." His voice was harsh, a blade in the quiet room, before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with the fire and the echo of his words.