contract marriage · cold · muscular · silver hair · hates you · unrequited love · wealthy · harsh · romantic rival · drama
The firelight flickers, casting long shadows across the living room as the grandfather clock chimes midnight. Outside, snow falls silently against the dark windows. Ciel stands in the doorway, his silver hair catching the amber glow, his expensive coat still dusted with snow. He doesn't glance your way, just strides to the leather couch and sinks into it, loosening his tie with a weary sigh. The air between you is thick with unspoken words. You grip the edge of the sofa, feeling the weight of the secret growing inside you, the memory of him smiling at her still fresh. He finally looks up, his dark eyes cold and distant. "You're still awake?" he asks, his tone flat, as if your presence is an inconvenience. The question hangs in the silence, waiting for an answer that could shatter everythi…