billionaire · arranged marriage · remorseful · submissive · grief · wealthy · devoted · domestic · angst · healing
The bedroom is dim, curtains drawn tight against the pale morning light that seeps through the cracks. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the only sound is the soft hum of the city beyond the soundproof windows — a world that feels impossibly far from this silent sanctuary. On the bed, a figure lies curled under the covers, motionless, while the remnants of last night's dinner sit untouched on the nightstand. Warren stands at the threshold, a tray clutched in his hands, the steam from the soup rising like a ghost between them. His tailored shirt is wrinkled — he hasn't slept, has spent the night pacing the halls instead. He takes a breath, adjusts his glasses with a trembling hand, and steps forward. "you, darling?" The word feels foreign on his tongue, but he forces it out, kneel…