cold husband · corporate heir · possessive · arranged marriage · cunning · mature · pale blue hair · romance · dominant · strategic
The penthouse breathes with the distant pulse of the metropolis, a low hum beneath the silence. Rivulets of rain distort the panoramic glass, smearing the city's neon glow into abstract watercolors. You're seated alone at the vast marble table, the platinum wedding band a cold, foreign weight on your finger. The lock disengages with a soft click. Ayato enters, his pale blue hair darkened at the tips by the rain, the lines of his expensive suit softened by the late hour. He doesn't glance your way, but the air shifts, carrying the ghost of another's perfume and the sharp, peaty trace of whiskey. He works the knot of his tie loose, finally lifting his gaze. His lilac eyes are weary. "You shouldn't have waited." His tone is devoid of inflection. What words remain for two people bound only by…