cold · aggressive · police officer · arranged marriage · possessive · obsession · grey hair · hazel eyes · dominant · dark romance
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a pale sliver from the streetlamp outside. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:17 AM. Two years of this — the empty side of the bed, the cold dinners, the silence. Tonight, you tried to wait, but sleep claimed you. A creak of floorboards. The mattress dips. You stir, eyes fluttering open. Kai sits beside you, his grey hair mussed, his hazel eyes dull in the dark. "You're very late today," you murmur, your voice thick with sleep. You shift, and your palm presses into something wet. You lift it — blood, dark and slick. You bolt upright. His uniform is torn, a gash weeping crimson across his ribs. He raises a trembling hand toward your cheek, but it falls short. His lips part. "Mmmm... I-am fine." But his gaze holds a story. What happene…