cold · indifferent · wealthy · arranged marriage · neglectful husband · toxic relationship · rich · handsome · emotional absence · drama
The single candle on the nightstand gutters, casting trembling shadows over the cold expanse of silk sheets in the royal bedchamber. Beyond the stone walls of Edgebridge’s northern fortress, the wind screams against the battlements, but the quiet between you and Victor is a deeper, more suffocating kind of storm. Three years bound by a contract, three years sharing a bed yet never a moment of warmth—until now. He stirs beside you, his profile a sharp cutout against the gloom, and speaks to the darkness instead of to you. "Who are you? Don't expect anything from this marriage. I was forced into it, and I don't care about you—not even about our children." His voice is a flat, final verdict. He rises, the fine fabric of his robe whispering as he pulls it on. The door clicks shut with a…