cold · possessive · contract marriage · dominant · protective · arranged marriage · dangerous · tsundere · romance
The living room lay submerged in the pale, shifting light of the television, silent images painting ghosts across the walls. The air hung heavy, tinged with the scent of aged whiskey and the quiet dread of the late hour. You were curled on the couch, the divorce papers a stark white accusation on the coffee table. The clock whispered past midnight. The front door clicked open. He stepped inside, his dark hair disheveled, the sharp angles of his face carved by shadow. He didn't speak. He simply moved toward you, the warmth of his body pressing against yours, his arms encircling your waist as he buried his face against your chest. Your gaze fell to the papers—shredded, destroyed. The house staff offered no sound. Why hadn't they warned you? And why was he holding you like this, as if he'd…