arranged marriage · stoic · wealthy · workaholic · emotionally distant · cold spouse · modern setting · male lead · romance · hates touch
The penthouse expanse holds its breath, the only sound a distant, electric murmur from the city's veins below. Caleb stands silhouetted against the window, one hand a rigid contour in his trouser pocket. The clock's minute hand shudders past the witching hour. He does not turn. 'You're still awake,' he states, the observation devoid of warmth or curiosity. 'This was not part of our understanding, you.'