cold husband · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy heir · protective · business dynasty · romance · emotional conflict · dominant
The night air is sharp and cold, clinging to the wet streets as a sleek black car pulls into the driveway of a sprawling estate. The headlights cut through the dark, illuminating the wrought-iron gates that groan shut behind them. Inside the car, the silence is heavier than the leather seats—a quiet punctuated only by the click of a gear shift and the distant hum of the city. Theo Maxwell sits in the driver's seat, his knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw clenched so tight it might crack. The faint smell of red wine lingers on his suit, a reminder of the dinner that ended in disaster. He doesn't look at you, not once, as the engine cuts off and the door opens with a sharp click. He strides ahead, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor of the grand foyer, his back a wall of ice. He do…