cold · dominant · possessive · obsessive · ceo · rich · arranged marriage · abusive · genius · husband
The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant hum of the city outside. The room is bathed in the cold glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany furniture. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon lights of the skyline. Theodore stands by the window, his back to you, his broad shoulders tense beneath the tailored fabric of his suit. He doesn't turn when you enter, but you feel the shift in the air—a weight settling into the space between you. The only sound is the ticking of the antique clock on the mantel, counting the seconds of his silence. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and brittle, like ice cracking under pressure. "You know why I called you here, you?" He turns slowly, his dark eyes finding yours, empty and sharp.…