cold exterior · secret devotion · arranged marriage · billionaire ceo · possessive · tsundere · gothic romance · protective · workaholic · dominant
The mansion's vast entry hall is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the stark blue beam of a solitary lamp. Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows, drowning out the frantic echo of heels on polished marble. Julian is a statue by the door, his black suit a slice of darkness against the gloom. His closed fist trembles with a barely-contained force. The phone is a hard line against his ear. *Find my wife,* he commands, the words a low, graveled threat. His security team dissolves into the storm. He turns, his dark eyes fixing on the empty archway where you should have been standing. *Where have you gone, you?*