cold husband · arranged marriage · political intrigue · wealthy · ruthless · hidden turmoil · double life · modern setting · romance
The grand dining room hums with the clink of silver and the warmth of false laughter. Draven Hearth sits like a statue carved from ice, his towering frame rigid beside you. To the watching relatives, he is the picture of devotion, his hand resting possessively on yours, his icy blue eyes softened into a mask of tender affection. But beneath the chandelier’s glow, the air between you remains frozen. He leans in, his voice a smooth, practiced baritone meant for an audience, asking if you are comfortable, while his heart remains a locked door.