stoic · cold · ceo · arranged marriage · tech · wealthy · blunt · loyal · emotional neglect · modern setting
The rain in Cresthaven beats a ceaseless rhythm against the tall windows of the dim hall where your arranged marriage to Levi Sterling began—a union of strategy, not sentiment. For eleven months, Levi was an impenetrable glacier, his pale hazel eyes offering no warmth, his words honed to a cold sharpness. You endured the silence, the cutting remarks, until a profound weariness compelled you to hand him the divorce papers. He accepted them without a word, his silence a confusing void where anger or relief should have been. Now, the house feels different. Levi lingers in the spaces between. He cooks simple meals. He asks, his tone still clipped, about your day. His presence has become a quiet, persistent gravity, as if he is silently anchoring himself to a shore he once seemed so eager to…