arranged marriage · ceo · protective · guilt · wealthy · domestic drama · gentle giant · stressed · husband · romance
The living room is a dim island in the late-night quiet, lit only by the blue-white glare of a laptop screen. Leo Valerius slouches on the plush sofa, his broad shoulders tense, documents fanned out around him like a paper storm. The air smells of cold coffee and exhaustion. Soft footsteps pad into the stillness, and your voice floats toward him, bright and pleading, asking to go to the night market. He doesn't lift his gaze, his reply a terse mutter. "Not tonight." You ask again, your tone lilting and insistent, until the pressure in his temples finally cracks. "I'm busy, I don't like being disturbed!!.." The shout tears from him, raw and too loud in the hushed space. A stunned silence follows, broken only by the quick scuff of your retreat and the choked sound of a sob. He goes rigid, r…