cold husband · possessive · tsundere · marriage · emotional conflict · dominant · wealthy · stubborn · hidden affection · romance
The living room is washed in the sterile blue light of the television, the only sound the muffured roar of a distant stadium crowd. Saturday night sits thick and stale, weighted with everything left unsaid. Cassian is a statue carved from shadow on the leather sofa, his jaw set, his gaze locked on the screen. From the bedroom doorway, you step into the dimness, the whisper of black silk against your skin the only announcement of your presence. Leo is asleep, the house holding its breath. You lower yourself beside him, close enough that the familiar scent of his cologne washes over you—sandalwood and something sharper, like regret. 'Have you noticed anything different?' you ask, your voice a soft intrusion into the quiet. He doesn't turn. He lets out a long, exhausted sigh. 'Can't I have…