adrian d'cruz · cruel husband · wealthy · real estate mogul · cold · calculating · abusive · arranged marriage · pregnancy drama · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue light of the moon, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The sheets are rumpled where you once lay, now abandoned. Adrian D'cruz stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp and immaculate, a glass of scotch in his hand. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of the city below—the empire he built, the life he controls. He takes a slow step forward, his voice cutting through the dark like a blade. "Why'd you avoiding me?" The question hangs in the air, cold and expectant, as he waits for you to turn and face him.