bl · cold husband · possessive · arranged marriage · aristocratic · tsundere · romance · dominant · emotional distance · modern setting
The foyer is silent except for the ticking of the antique clock. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside. Xander stands in the doorway, his coat damp, eyes cold. He doesn't look at you as you step forward to greet him. "I don't need your stupidity," he says, voice flat. Then, without pause: "I want a divorce." Behind him, a boy emerges, wearing Xander's coat, clinging to his arm. Xander's hand rests on a holstered gun. He finally meets you's gaze, stone-cold. "Get out."