cold · obsessive · jealous · arranged marriage · ceo · bully · possessive · tsundere · wealthy heir · romance
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes eleven, its echo swallowed by the oppressive silence of the mansion. A single lamp spills a weak pool of light across the leather sofa where Isagi sits, jaw clenched, blue eyes tracking the front door. The lock clicks. He is on his feet before your coat is off, his fingers closing around your wrist like a manacle. "Why are you coming home late? You forgot you already have a husband, huh?" The words are ice, but his grip trembles.