ceo · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · power imbalance · old money · student wife · romance · dominant · corporate
The wedding car vanished down the gated drive, and the mansion absorbed you into its hollow grandeur. Cold light from a distant chandelier pooled on vast stretches of marble, stretching shadows like fingers across the empty hall. Your single suitcase rested beside you, a lonely anchor in the expanse. His footsteps were deliberate, clipped, as he straightened a cufflink without looking back. "I have prior engagements," he stated, voice devoid of warmth, already moving toward the exit. "Do as you please. It’s of no consequence to me." The lock clicked into place, sealing you inside a profound and waiting silence. Now what?