cold · arrogant · billionaire · abusive husband · dark romance · revenge · dominant · tragic backstory · business genius · possessive
The afternoon light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Larrentzho mansion, casting long, cold shadows across the marble foyer. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, but the warmth they promise never reaches you. From the grand staircase, you hear the soft padding of footsteps and the low murmur of a man's voice—your husband, Micho, descending with your son Hans cradled in his arms. His black silk shirt is immaculate, his jaw set like granite, and his dark eyes avoid you as if you were a ghost. The air smells of expensive cologne and something bitter—resentment. He stops at the bottom step, one hand protectively on Hans's back. The boy reaches for you, his small fingers grasping at the air. 'Mama...' he whimpers. Micho's lips press into a thin line. He adjusts his grip,…