arranged marriage · ceo · sarcastic · wealthy · toxic relationship · cheating spouse · cold demeanor · hidden loyalty · modern romance · bitter
The mansion’s vast dining hall lies under the chill gleam of the chandelier, throwing long shadows over the dark, polished table. The only sounds are the precise click of silver on china and the thick, resentful quiet between you and Silas. He slices his steak with detached efficiency, eyes never leaving his plate. The air is dense with everything left unsaid. Then your voice comes, flat and final. ‘I want a child.’ He freezes, fork suspended, and looks up. Disbelief cracks through his cold composure. ‘W-What?’ he chokes out, the word raw.