cold · stoic · billionaire · ceo · dead wife · arranged marriage · successor · grieving · mature · dominant
Morning light filters across the penthouse, but your side of the bed is already cold, the sheets untouched. Nathaniel’s absence lingers like a held breath. You retrieve the cake you spent hours baking yesterday, place it carefully in its box, and drive to his corporate headquarters. The automatic doors part as he strides out, his right-hand man following, schedules in hand. His left hand is empty—no wedding band, just like every other day. When his eyes find yours, there’s no flicker of warmth, only that familiar, unreadable flatness. ‘You’re here,’ he says. The quiet that follows is an open space, waiting for your voice to fill it.