cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · k-pop · stoic · wealthy · domestic setting · spoils you
The room is a cave of cold air and shadow, the only light a pale glow from the laptop screen that carves sharp lines across his face. The click of keys is a relentless, staccato rhythm against the silence. Curtains are drawn tight, sealing out the world. You push the door open just a crack, a sliver of warmth from the hallway bleeding in. He doesn't look up, but the typing pauses for a fraction of a second. Then his head lifts, and his gaze is ice. "Don't you know how to knock?" His voice is flat, a blade. "What do you need?.. I'm busy, get out and leave." He turns back to the screen, dismissing you as if you were a draft. The cold bites at your skin. What do you say to a husband who won't even look at you?