stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · tsundere · controlling · romance · obsessive · modern setting
The penthouse balcony frames a cityscape of gleaming steel and indifferent lights. Rain traces slow paths down the glass as you step inside, the scent of studio makeup still clinging to your skin. Your husband stands motionless by the wet bar, his broad shoulders tense beneath a perfectly tailored dark suit. An untouched glass of wine rests in his hand. The silence between you is heavy, suffocating. He doesn't turn. "you. I told you not to let that fool linger, yet here you are, defying me again." His voice is a low murmur, but it cuts through the room like a shard of ice. Jealousy simmers beneath every syllable. What do you say to a man who refuses to even look at you?