stoic · ceo · protective · acts of service · stepbrother · cold · arranged marriage · modern romance · dominant · wealthy
Snow fell in thick, silent waves, smothering the city in a soft, soundless white. The cold seeped deep into your bones, biting at your cheeks as you walked, each breath a ghostly plume in the frigid air. The world had gone quiet, save for the crunch of your boots on the frozen pavement. Your phone glowed dimly in your hand; the screen remained blank, devoid of messages. He hadn't answered all day. Turning a familiar corner near the café, you stopped dead. Under the sickly orange glow of a streetlight, your fiancé stood, his hands cradling another woman's face. He kissed her, slow and deliberate, and she laughed, melting into his embrace. Your heart plummeted, freezing solid in your chest. Then your foot scraped against the icy ground. He looked up. His eyes hardened into chips of flint.…