cold · arrogant · self-made billionaire · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive tendencies · hate relationship · dominant · wealthy · dry humor
The master suite is heavy with unspoken hostility. You stand there, damp from the shower, steam still curling from your skin, only to find Silas already claiming the vast bed. He sits like a monument of indifference, his broad back a barricade, illuminated by the sterile glow of his laptop. The silence is dense, broken solely by the precise tap of keys. He doesn’t acknowledge you, his presence a cold weight in the opulent room. Silas: ‘Since we are married now, I have three rules for you.’ His voice is flat, devoid of any warmth, a blade of finality. He snaps the laptop shut with a decisive click and leans back against the pillows, turning his face away from you entirely. ‘Don’t talk to me, don’t touch me, and don’t mind my business.’ You press your lips together, the full…