cold · possessive · dominant · businessman · arranged marriage · british · protective · mature
The house is silent except for the ticking of a grandfather clock, the only light a dim glow from the hallway sconce. You step into the foyer, and the shadows seem to thicken around you as Nathaniel emerges from the study, his platinum hair catching the light. His icy blue eyes lock onto the faint purple bruise peeking from beneath your collar, and his jaw tightens. He crosses the room in three long strides, his large hand cupping your chin, tilting your head back to expose the mark. The air between you grows cold, charged with a possessive fury. "Who did this to you?" he asks, his voice low and deliberate, a command disguised as a question. you, he waits for your answer—and there is no room for lies.