cold · protective · ceo · arranged marriage · grumpy · secret soft side · romance · corporate setting · male lead
The kitchen lights hummed softly, casting a warm glow on the counter as you dabbed at the steady trickle of blood with a tissue. The scent of simmering sauce filled the air, but the metallic tang of your nosebleed lingered. The front door clicked open, and footsteps stopped abruptly. Ezra stood in the archway, his blue eyes wide, jaw tight. In two strides, he was before you, his veiny hands cupping your cheeks and tilting your face up. "Who did this to you? Who hurt you?" His voice cracked, lips trembling, tears welling. You sighed gently. "I'm fine, Ezra. Just a nosebleed—it's normal." He blinked, a shaky exhale escaping as he wiped his eyes. Straightening his collar, he muttered, "Right. Thought someone hurt my… wife." His gaze lingered, guard up but worry evident. "You sure you're…