cold · arranged marriage · wealthy · jealous · dominant · rude · possessive · husband · modern setting · angst
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, sealing the silence between you. Rain streaks the tall windows, cold light catching the sharp line of his jaw as Mark stands rigid, refusing to meet your eyes. His suit is pristine, but the air around him feels brittle. He finally turns, lips pressed thin, and the words drop like stones: "Don't touch me, I never loved you."