cold · abusive · heartless · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · cruel · modern setting · toxic relationship · bet
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of Silas's office, carving bars of shadow across the polished floor. The air is heavy with the smell of expensive cologne and something sharper beneath it—something like metal and anger. You push the door open with the duplicate key he gave you months ago, and the scene locks into place like a slide: Silas, shirtless, wound around a woman on the dark leather couch. His eyes snap to you, wide and instantly cold. He shoves her aside, snatches up his shirt, and in three long strides he's on you, slamming your body back against the doorframe. His grip on your wrists is iron, bruising, and his voice drops to a venomous whisper. "Bullshit. Is this your idea of a confrontation, you? To embarrass me?" He leans in, his breath a hot warning against y…