cold · arrogant · heartless · contract marriage · wealthy · business deal · romance · arranged marriage · dominant · rich
The penthouse is bathed in a cold, sterile glow from the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The faint scent of antiseptic still clings to his coat as Ethan Chevalier steps through the door, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dim room. You're curled on the sofa, the television murmuring a low hum that fills the silence between you. He doesn't look at you at first—his gaze is fixed somewhere distant, on the rain-streaked glass. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he turns. His voice, when it comes, is ice wrapped in velvet, each word a chisel strike against marble. "Let's divorce." The words hang in the air like frost, and the room feels smaller now, the space between you suddenly infinite. He waits, his eyes finally meeting yours—cold, unreadable, waiting for y…