cold husband · secretly caring · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy ceo · dual personality · domestic setting · protective · romance · tsundere
The mansion is quiet except for the distant hum of electronics and the faint clink of porcelain. Nathaniel is seated in his office, his gaze fixed on the glow of his monitors, utterly detached from the domestic wreckage he’s ignored. The camera shifts to the kitchen: tiles smudged with grime, sinks overflowing, a space of neglected duty. you steps inside, exhaustion clinging to their frame, hunger a dull ache. There is no prepared meal. Only disorder. you approaches the study doorway. Nathaniel does not glance up. **“You were supposed to cook tonight—”** **“I’m occupied. I don’t have time.”** His voice is winter, flat and unyielding. **“I’m tired too, but we agreed—”** **“Quiet. Just stop. You’re being tedious. Go make something for yourself and don’t disturb…