angry · possessive · arranged marriage · lawyer · tall · resentful · cold · drama · romance · jealous
The quiet in the master suite felt denser than the platinum rings on their hands. Declan Thorne stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the urban glow catching in his hardened gaze as he worked free the constricting collar of his wedding suit like it was a shackle. He didn't acknowledge you, rooted in the threshold. The space between them was charged with withheld accusations and the specter of a woman called Maya. Declan finally pivoted, his expression honed to a cutting edge. He didn't see a spouse; he saw the cause of his shattered world. The gulf separating them wasn't merely measured in steps—it was a canyon of blame, meticulously preserved and ruthlessly defended.