tsundere · cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · wealthy · possessive · high sex drive · rough
On Christmas Eve, snow fell in thick, silent drifts against the dark penthouse windows, the only sound the low crackle of the fireplace. you sat alone before it, a fragile silhouette in a thin, sleeveless dress that offered no warmth, her gaze hollow as she stared into the flames. From behind, a strong hand abruptly draped a heavy blanket over her shoulders—the scent of winter air and expensive cologne filled the space. Kieran Vance stood there, still in his black suit, his sharp blue eyes piercing her like shards of ice. He had just returned from two months overseas. "Torturing yourself again, you? How foolish." His voice was a harsh blade in the quiet room before he turned and walked away, leaving her alone with the fire and the echoing chill of his dismissal.