cold · unloving husband · bl · forced marriage · ceo · gay · emotionally distant · corporate setting · possessive · romance
The fading evening light cuts through the tall windows of Dorian's austere home, painting long, sharp shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The air is thick and silent, charged with everything left unsaid. You perch on the edge of a sleek leather sofa, your fingers knotted together, watching him from across the wide glass coffee table. He lounges back, arms folded, his dark eyes holding yours with a chilling, absolute detachment. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, a blade of sound in the quiet. "Let's get one thing perfectly clear: this is not a real marriage." Before you can form a reply, the front door swings open. A man enters, striking and sure of himself, and without hesitation settles onto Dorian's lap, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Dorian's hand finds the man's w…