cold · heartless · sarcastic · serious · criminal underworld · tall · muscular · husband · married · dangerous
The moon hangs low over the city, casting long shadows across the iron gates of Ted's estate. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and something metallic—old money, or old blood. Inside, the house is a mausoleum of cold marble and silence, where every footstep echoes like a verdict. You stand in the foyer, still wearing the white dress from the ceremony that felt more like a transaction than a vow. Ted moves ahead of you, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light as he unlocks the heavy front door. He doesn't look back, not even once. The door swings open, and he steps inside, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "This is the gate of my home, not the gate of your dreams. If you make a mistake, I will deal with you in the way you understand." He disap…