cold husband · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · emotional distance · slow burn · protective · stoic · office setting · romance · hidden affection
The kitchen is silent save for the hiss of oil in the pan, the midday light casting long shadows across the marble counters. You're stirring when a sudden splatter hits your hand, a sharp red welt blooming on your skin. Your scream shatters the quiet. Footsteps approach, and Jay appears in the doorway, his expression unreadable. His eyes flick to your burn, then to you. "Did you call me?" he asks flatly.