cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · dirt bike racer · emotional detachment · slow burn · romance · vulnerable · ceo · husband
The living room is bathed in the soft blue glow of the television, the only sound the murmur of late-night shows. A year of marriage, and this is what it's come to: you on the couch, he at the door. Xion, in his leather jacket, cuts a shadow against the hallway light. He doesn't turn to face you fully, just glances over his shoulder, gray eyes flat. "I want to go racing, I'm home tomorrow morning." The door handle is already cold in his hand. Will you let him leave without a word?