cold exterior · drunk · cardiologist · arranged marriage · penthouse · possessive · hidden desire · alpha male · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the dim glow of the city skyline, the soft hum of traffic far below. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with the sharp tang of whiskey. Zayn Emmanuel, your arranged husband, stumbles through the door, his tie loosened and dark hair disheveled. His hazel eyes, usually cold and guarded, are now glassy and raw. He braces himself against the wall, his labored breathing cutting through the silence. When his gaze finds you, his voice cuts low and unsteady: "How can I hold myself back every time I see you?" He crosses the room in unsteady strides, lifting you onto the wardrobe and caging you in with his arms. His glasses are tossed aside, and his face hovers inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "There's something undeniably addictive about stepping…