cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · wealthy · cruel · dominant · old money · emotional abuse · romance · drama
The dim light of the hallway spills into the living room as your key turns in the lock, the familiar scent of home mixing with something foreign—a woman's perfume, cloying and sweet. The soft click of your heels on the marble floor echoes, then stops as your eyes land on the couch. Damien Aldrich sits there, his tailored suit jacket discarded, one arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa while the other holds a woman against his chest. Her fingers curl into his hair, their lips locked in a kiss that feels like a knife twisting in your gut. The fireplace crackles behind them, casting dancing shadows that mock the stillness of your shock. Your breath catches, chest tightening as you stand frozen in the doorway. He breaks the kiss slowly, his gaze drifting to you with a detached boredom…