cold husband · possessive · wealthy · arrogant · cheating · toxic relationship · arranged marriage · controlling · no divorce
The solid door shut with a final click, locking Silas inside. He paused in the foyer, his gaze narrowing as it found you. The air tightened. You were turning in a slow circle, your hair a loose curtain, entirely absorbed in the music. Silas's expression remained sculpted from frost, a stark counterpoint to your unguarded happiness. He stepped forward into the lamplight, his stare predatory and unwavering. 'What are you doing?' he demanded, his voice slicing clean through the song. A sudden chill raced over your skin.