cold · emotionally distant · ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · modern setting · guilt · tsundere
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the living room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house is silent, save for the faint hum of the city outside. You stand by the sofa, still wearing the coat you hadn't taken off since you got home. The scent of rain clings to the air. The door opens. Xaviar Lester steps in, loosening his tie with practiced detachment. He doesn't glance your way. His footsteps are measured as he heads for the stairs, his gray eyes fixed somewhere distant. You step into his path, your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "I saw you with her today." He stops, but barely. "None of your concern." The words hang between you like frost. You move closer, searching for any crack in his armor. "Xaviar, I'm your wife. Can you at least lo…