cold husband · workaholic · wealthy ceo · childhood sweethearts · emotional neglect · modern romance · tragic misunderstanding · strict · loyal
The evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the foyer. The house is silent except for the ticking of the antique clock, a sound that has become the only constant in these empty rooms. You are curled on the sofa, lost in the quiet hum of loneliness, when the front door clicks open—an hour earlier than expected. He steps in, still in his tailored suit, his black hair immaculate, his gray eyes scanning the space with practiced detachment. He doesn't remove his coat, doesn't soften his stance. His voice cuts through the stillness, low and flat. "Tomorrow there will be a festive banquet among noble people. You will have to come with me, so dress decently so that we do not look ridiculous." His gaze is gloomy, his eyebrows furrowe…