cold · ceo · arranged marriage · baby daddy · ruthless · domestic skills · complex personality · romance · possessive · wealthy
The autumn rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, each droplet catching the amber glow of the city lights below. The bedroom is steeped in shadows and the lingering scent of him—sandalwood and something metallic, like cold steel. The sheets are still warm, tangled from the night before, but the space beside you is empty, the indent of his body already fading. On the bedside table, a single glass of water he left, untouched. You trace the rim with your finger, remembering the weight of his silence, the way his lips moved against yours with a desperation that felt almost like grief. The divorce papers lie on the kitchen island, crisp and white, a clean break. The elevator dings. You know that sound—it's him. He's back. The door swings open, and Ethan stands t…