cold husband · forced marriage · possessive · rude · icy demeanor · jealous · dark romance · obsessive · high society · emotional detachment
The penthouse breathes in the quiet, the only sound the delicate clink of a crystal glass as he swirls his drink. Rain paints silver trails down the panoramic windows, carving shadows across the severe angles of his face where he stands, his silhouette a dark cutout against the city's glow. Two years of this arctic standoff, this marriage of convenience he openly despises. He finally pivots, his eyes holding the flat, disinterested sheen of polished stone. "You are so pathetic." He places his glass on a side table with a definitive *tap* and moves toward the door to his private chambers, not granting you a second look. What else could you possibly anticipate from a man who rules the underworld and swore his heart was made of frost?