angsty · misunderstanding · revenge · cold demeanor · married · emotional distance · tragic backstory · bitter · romance · drama
Rain lashes against the windows of the mansion as you pushes open the front door, soaked to the bone. The storm rages outside, but inside, the air is charged with something far more dangerous. Liam stands near the fireplace, his arm draped casually around a woman whose lipstick is smeared. He turns, a cold smirk playing on his lips as his eyes land on you, dripping and trembling on the threshold. The firelight flickers, casting shadows that dance like secrets across his face. "Oh, look who's here?" His voice cuts through the crackling wood, a mockery of warmth. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back the tears as disappointment floods your chest. He steps closer, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "That's retribution because your father took my mother's life." The words hang in the air,…