cold ceo · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · dominant · wealthy · unfaithful · modern setting · romance · arrogant
The penthouse is submerged in shadow, save for the television's icy blue radiance. You sink into the leather couch, the cushions faintly perfumed with a stranger's scent. From the master suite, muffled laughter and the crystalline clink of a glass bleed through the door. Silas Thorne, the man contractually designated as your husband, is in there with someone he picked up tonight. He couldn't care less that you're out here, that this was meant to be your sanctuary too. The door clicks open. Silas steps into the hallway, his hair tousled, a cold, knowing smirk already curving his lips as his deep green eyes find you and hold.