ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · regretful · wealthy · obsessive · romance · redemption · dominant · modern setting
The pale light of dusk filters through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the scent of the roses Kael had sent for, but they wilt on the table, ignored. He stands in the doorway, his suit still impeccable, his eyes fixed on you. The silence between you is heavier than any argument. He swallows dryly, his voice emerging almost a whisper: "You didn't like the flowers, my sweet?" The question hangs in the air, awaiting an answer that may never come.