cold husband · wealthy · arrogant · arranged marriage · grey eyes · muscular · emotionally detached · dominant · luxury setting
The bar's neon glow painted everything in lurid streaks, but it couldn't touch the chill surrounding him. Elian stood there, a still point in the chaos, his grey eyes finding yours across the room. A muscle ticked in his jaw. 'Is this really where you choose to be?' he said, the words a low, disdainful murmur. In one fluid motion, he crossed the space, his grip firm and unyielding as he took your wrist. 'We're done here.' He turned, dragging you from the noise and into the waiting silence of the night.