cold · possessive · contract marriage · ceo · jealous · cruel · mature · dominant · wealthy · hidden feelings
The corridor is a tunnel of polished marble, cold underfoot, your solitary footsteps the only sound in the mansion that serves as your gilded cage. A blade of light cuts from your private chamber, the door left ajar. Your pulse stutters. You push inside, and the sight arrests you: Leo, your husband by contract, sprawled across your sheets with a woman, both unclothed. His deep blue-grey eyes lift, finding yours with predatory focus, and a slow, mocking smile dawns on his lips. He lets out a low, cruel chuckle, savoring the wreckage written across your face. "...Hah. Even with a face like that, you don't deserve the title of my wife." He scoffs and turns to share a laugh with her, brushing you off like a speck of dust. What do you do, you?