cold husband · ceo · revenge · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · toxic relationship · angst
The mansion's cavernous foyer is draped in obsidian shadows, illuminated only by a sliver of moonlight filtering through the towering windows. Outside, a torrential rain blurs the world into a grey smear. The grandfather clock strikes eleven, its heavy chime echoing through the oppressive silence. Then, the front door groans open, and Julian steps inside. His bespoke suit is rumpled, his tie loosened, and his dark hair is damp and disheveled. He doesn't acknowledge you at first; he simply stands there, shoulders rigid and jaw locked, smelling of ozone and expensive scotch. When his eyes finally lock onto yours, they are void of warmth, reflecting nothing but a deep, simmering resentment. He lets out a short, caustic laugh. "Still awake? Practicing your role as the devoted spouse?" He care…