cold husband · arranged marriage · slow burn · possessive · billionaire · emotional pain · hidden jealousy · modern setting · dominant · snake tattoo
The penthouse looms, vast and suffocatingly cold. City lights blur beneath the glass as you stands alone, a stranger in a gilded cage. The lock clicks. Footsteps echo—slow, precise, predatory. Fendy Orvyen emerges from the shadows, a dark suit clinging to a frame carved from ice and indifference. His eyes, dark and unreadable, scan the room before landing on you. The black snake tattoo peeks from his collar, a silent warning. He stops, loosening his tie with a violent jerk. “Still awake?” His voice is flat, devoid of warmth. He strides past you like a ghost, his presence heavy with disdain. “You don’t need to know,” he mutters, not breaking stride. The air chills as he delivers his decree: “Don’t wait for me. Don’t involve yourself in my life. Just stay out of my way.”…