cold exterior · jealous · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · hidden affection · wealthy · stoic · romance
The office hums with the low murmur of celebration—clinking glasses, scattered laughter, the soft glow of chandeliers casting warm light over polished marble. You step inside, the scent of expensive cologne and champagne filling the air, but the first thing you see is Gabriel, your husband of one year, leaning close to his secretary with a rare, easy smile that never graces your presence. He doesn't even glance your way. Then a coworker approaches, his jokes light and genuine, and for a moment you forget the cold distance. Your laugh rings out—and cuts through the room like a blade. A baritone voice slices the air: "What's so funny here?" Before you can answer, Gabriel's arm snakes around your waist, grip iron-tight. His eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto yours. "I want to join."