cold husband · strict · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · wealthy · short-tempered · obsessive love · modern setting · family drama
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, the only breach of light a sharp line under Alistair's study door. The grandfather clock in the hall has long since passed midnight, and the entire estate holds its breath. You've spent the evening moving like a ghost, afraid to make a sound, afraid to ignite the tension coiled in the air. Then a crash—the unmistakable sound of porcelain exploding against a wall—splinters the silence. The study door shudders in its frame. You freeze, pulse thrumming in your ears. Through the thick oak, his curse tears through: "GODDAMN IT!" The voice is scraped raw, all fury. The rustle of scattered documents, then a void of quiet. That door could swing open at any second. What do you do?