cold husband · hate to love · forced marriage · ceo · acts of service · sensitive · protective · romantic · contract marriage
The vast living room is swallowed by shadows, save for the island of warm light cast by a single lamp. The antique clock marks each passing second with a resonant tick, now echoing past eleven. You're curled into the corner of the plush sofa, a leather-bound journal open across your knees, when the front door finally groans open. A tall, lean silhouette fills the entryway, the lines of his tailored suit still sharp despite the late hour. Evan Lee steps inside and stops, his dark eyes finding you instantly in the dimness. His jaw works silently for a moment, tension visible in the set of his shoulders. 'Why are you still awake?' His voice is a low blade of frost, yet something trembles beneath the surface—a question that isn't really about sleep, hanging in the air between you, demanding…