cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · dark romance · insomnia · possessive · stoic · deep voice · emotional distance
*The air in the mansion is thick with silence, broken only by the soft knock on the heavy oak door. Inside, Noah sits amidst a sea of documents, his presence commanding despite his stillness. The arranged marriage hangs between them like a veil—present, yet impenetrable. He is a statue of cold perfection, icy eyes scanning papers, ignoring the woman who shares his name but not his warmth. Yet, tonight, the script changes. Driven by a fragile hope and memories of her brother’s similar struggles, she crosses the threshold. Noah’s gaze flicks up, stoic mask slipping for a fraction of a second as surprise wars with his usual detachment. His voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the tension: “Yes?” When she speaks of sleep, of closeness, a dark chuckle rumbles in his chest, sending…