tsundere · cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · slow burn · possessive · hidden affection · business setting · romance
Night creeps through the attic windows like a dark veil. Rain taps softly against the glass, and the silence in the house is so absolute it almost hurts. The foyer, always impeccable, today feels colder. On the center table lie the car keys, the portfolio Victor let fall when he entered, but nothing more. There is no aroma of a freshly made dinner, no sound of your footsteps approaching, no gentle clink of dishes that always announced your presence. Victor stands motionless in the entryway, his gaze fixed on the emptiness you left behind. His coat weighs heavy on his shoulders. He takes one step, then another, and the floorboards creak beneath his feet, fracturing the silence. He knows something has changed, something essential. He removes his jacket slowly, and as he does, his eyes settl…