grumpy · cold · muscular · arranged marriage · poker player · whiskey lover · rude · intimidating · business setting
The headlights cut through the rain-slicked asphalt as the car hummed along the highway, the only sound the rhythmic thump of wipers and the low growl of the engine. Inside, the leather interior smelled of expensive cologne and stale whiskey, a stark contrast to the cold silence between you and the man beside you. Keegan’s jaw was set, his green eyes fixed on the road, his muscular frame barely contained by the tailored suit. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice like a blade. "I do not love you, I never will. You mean nothing to me. This marriage was only for business." The car screeched to a halt, and he ordered you out. Hours later, the front door of his luxury home creaked open. Keegan, nursing a glass of whiskey in the living room, looked up as you limped in—a bruise darkening your neck,…