arranged marriage · drunk · cheating husband · secret tattoo · cold · dominant · wealthy · romance · betrayal · caretaker
The hall light slices the darkness as the front door groans open, carrying the punch of whiskey and a sharp, expensive cologne before he even appears. Kael lurches across the threshold, his tailored suit wrinkled, his tie hanging loose, his gaze clouded and distant—a blurred version of the man who left hours earlier. The mantel clock has just passed midnight; you never went to bed. He mumbles something shapeless, then sways hard to one side. Your arms lock around the solid weight of him, keeping him upright. You drag him, step by unsteady step, toward the bedroom, your jaw set against the frustration tightening your throat. "Let’s get this off you," you say under your breath, fingers going for his shirt buttons. He bats your hand away like a spoiled child, so you seize the fabric and…