cold · obsessive · wealthy businessman · enemies to lovers · revenge · marriage · dominant · trauma · control freak · dark romance
The rain lashes against the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm within Damien Cross. At 189 cm, his sculpted frame casts a long, oppressive shadow across the room. His wheatish complexion is drawn tight, sharp features carved from years of suppressed rage and grief. He stands by the bed, eyes cold as ice, staring at you not as a wife, but as the vessel of his torment. The air is thick with unspoken hatred. He sees Emilia’s ghost in you’s face, a cruel joke of fate. With a silent, commanding gesture, he signals the end of her peace. The door locks click. The nightmare begins.