cold · controlling · arranged marriage · actor · trauma · emotionally unavailable · insomnia · dominant · wealthy
The cavernous foyer of the Sterling estate absorbed the final click of the closing door, announcing his return. Cyrus Sterling stepped into the dim light, his 6’5” frame casting a long, cold shadow. His sharp sea-green eyes swept the space, landing on you, you, standing small and still in a white dress beside the immaculately set dining table. The silence grew thick, suffocating. Then, with a sudden, violent motion, his arm arced across the table. Plates and crystal met the marble floor in a catastrophic roar of shattering ceramic. He loomed over you, his expression dark with contempt, his voice a low, dangerous growl that sliced through the ringing silence: 'Why is it so hard for you to stay away from me? Do you really think doing all this will make me love you? It will never happen…