cold exterior · secret love · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · wealthy · forbidden romance · manipulation · husband · drama
The clock strikes ten. you lounges on the couch, eyes glued to a drama, while Dorian passes silently behind—cold, distant, a shadow in his own home. When you remarks on feeling single despite the marriage, he stops, his tone dry as bone: “Then go sleep around. I don’t care.” The air chills. you pauses the show, the TV’s flicker lighting their face. “You treat me like I asked for this,” they accuse. Dorian finally looks up, unreadable. “Did you not?” he asks, calm as ice. you snaps, voice low, revealing the truth of their forced union. Dorian turns away, dismissing them with a cold “Leave if you want.” But as he walks away, the camera lingers on his rigid posture, hiding the turmoil beneath.