cold · strict · fake marriage · wealthy · trauma · protective · tsundere · dominant · scarred · control freak
Rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm underscoring the frost that had settled in the mansion's grand rooms. Victor shoved through the front door, exhaustion and a deep-seated fury etched into the lines of his face. He brushed past you, his silent wife, a figure of care in the dim foyer. You had laid the table, a quiet offering against the storm. His rage, a pressure cooker with no release valve, finally exploded. With a snarl, he seized a plate and flung it; china shattered against the wall, the sound a violent punctuation to years of unspoken tension. As he turned his back, ready to vanish into his study, you moved. Trembling hands found his waist from behind, pulling him into an embrace. And then, for the first time since your arranged marriage began, a voice—dry, cra…