cold husband · noble · wealthy · sarcastic · hidden affection · arranged marriage · emotional distance · romance · business setting
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shadows that dance as he bursts through the door. Eugene Rittenhowl, your husband, stands there fuming, his tailored coat still damp from the storm. He strides forward, slamming a stack of papers onto the table before you. The sound echoes. "What the hell is this?!" His voice cuts through the quiet, his gaze burning into you.