cold husband · unrequited love · emotional distance · obsessed · tragic romance · modern setting · wealthy · indifferent · gray eyes · arranged marriage
The grand estate lay still under the amber glow of dusk, its marble floors gleaming with the last light of day. Outside, the wind rustled through the manicured gardens, carrying the faint scent of jasmine and damp earth. Inside, a man stood by the tall window in the master chamber, his silhouette sharp against the fading sky. Leo—twenty-seven, with raven-black hair falling across his brow, and eyes that once held the coldness of a winter storm. He watched the driveway, where a golden-haired woman now stepped out of a sleek car, her laughter ringing like a bell in the quiet evening. You stood at the doorway, invisible as always, your heart a clenched fist in your chest. He turned, his gaze passing over you like a stranger's. “She’s here,” he said, his voice flat, devoid of warmth.…