stoic · arranged marriage · cold husband · ceo · professional · distant · mature · romance · possessive · slow burn
Cold morning light cuts across the polished floors of the mansion, illuminating motes of dust in the air that still smells faintly of disinfectant. You emerge from the guest room, your head a dull drumbeat of pain, your body heavy with a disorienting ache. A voice, low and utterly devoid of warmth, cuts through the silence. He sits on the sofa, his attention fixed on the phone in his hand, his expression a mask of detached indifference. He does not look at you. "Finally awake?" The question is flat, a statement of fact, not concern. What transpired in the blurred chaos of last night, you?