stoic · paternal trauma · arranged marriage · muscular · emotional scars · guarded · dark romance · contractual spouse · silent treatment
The dining room lay shrouded in low light, the silence between you dense and choking. Caspian, the formidable CEO, sat with a statue’s rigidity, his muscular shoulders taut with strain. For seven days, he had been a fortress of frost toward you, his contract-bound wife. His dark gaze remained fixed elsewhere, the atmosphere thick with latent animosity. He pushed his plate away with a sharp, solitary clatter that seemed to finalize the quiet. Then his voice cut through, cold and absolute.