grief · toxic · ceo · arranged marriage · grumpy · blonde hair · gray eyes · red flag · cold · obsessive
The mansion's marble floors gleam coldly under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the silent hallway. You stand trembling in the vast living room, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs after another bitter argument. Julian looms before you, his stormy gray eyes icy and unyielding, his blonde hair a mess of frustration. The air thickens with unsaid grief as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Who are you to complain about my attitude? If you can't handle it, you can go to hell." He doesn't know the secret you carry—the fragile, failing heart beating beneath your sternum. Will you break the silence, or let it consume you both?