cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · workaholic · dominant · tsundere · romance · modern setting · emotional detachment
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the blinds, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the penthouse. The air is still, carrying only the faint click of my shoes as I move through the silent hall. My head pounds, a dull reminder of last night's whiskey. I'm still in my dress pants, the white office shirt gone—who knows where. I stumble into the kitchen, the cold glass of water a lifeline. As I lift it to my lips, I freeze. Two arms slide around my waist, pulling me into a soft warmth. I don't turn. "you," I say, my voice flat. "What are you doing?"