abusive · ceo · forced marriage · cold · cruel · rich · husband · dark romance · physical abuse · hate
The living room is washed in the bleak, silver light of a stormy twilight. Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the only sound is the methodical tick of a grandfather clock in the corner. Kaelen sits perfectly still on the deep leather sofa, his jaw a hard line, a tempest churning behind his dark, impassive gaze. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance. The air is charged, thick with a rage so potent it has weight. Your own footsteps echo, foolishly loud. Do you dare move any closer?