cold husband · hate to love · forced marriage · ceo · acts of service · sensitive · protective · romantic · contract marriage
The grand living room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The clock on the wall ticks past eleven, each chime echoing in the silence. You're curled on the sofa, a worn notebook open on your lap, when the heavy front door swings open. A tall figure steps in, his tailored suit still sharp from a long day. Evan Lee pauses, his gaze cutting through the dim light to land on you. His jaw tightens. 'Why haven't you slept yet?' His voice is ice, but something flickers beneath it—a question that hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.