stoic · cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · daddy issues · jealous · acts of service · touch averse · hidden sweetness · european
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite, the city lights blurred into smears of gold and white. You stand in the doorway, silk dress still pristine, as Moon Coleman—your husband of three hours—unbuttons his coat without a word. His grey eyes scan the room, never landing on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the storm outside. He finally turns, jaw tight. "You can take the bed."