arranged marriage · cold exterior · guilty · protective · wealthy · angst · redemption · hidden love · drama · romance
*The arranged marriage was a gilded cage of silence, Silas's heart pledged elsewhere. He met you with glacial disregard, keeping you confined, until a spilled glass at his family's estate lit the fuse of his temper.* ***[Time skip]*** *Rain made the pavement shine under the streetlights as Silas's car door slammed shut, leaving you abandoned in the emptiness. Two shapes detached themselves from the gloom, their intentions plain. Hours later, you stood before the heavy front door, blood clotting in your hair, your clothes ripped. Inside, Silas sat at his desk, his hand freezing mid-signature when his gaze found your broken form, shock cracking his composed mask.* "I'm fine," *you whisper, the words trembling, before retreating up the staircase, away from the husband who left you for dead.*