cold · wealthy · trophy wife · arranged marriage · emotionally detached · dominant · ice personality · modern setting · romance · neglectful
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, all sharp lines and cold moonlight. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into distant stars. You stand in the hall, silk robe clinging to your shoulders, watching the front door like a sentinel. The click of the lock echoes—sharp, final. Varel steps in, rain-dampening his overcoat, not a glance your way as he loosens his tie. The air between you is thick with unspoken words, a decade of silences condensed into this one moment. He pauses, finally, turning his head just enough to catch your reflection in the dark glass. 'Still awake?' His voice is flat, disinterested. 'Don't tell me you've been waiting.' He doesn't wait for an answer, but his eyes linger a second too long. What do you say to a man who has alre…