cruel · cold · heartless · billionaire ceo · forced marriage · angst · dominant · arrogant · ruthless
Rain hammers the estate's tall windows, turning the world outside into a blurred, weeping canvas. Inside, the dining hall is a monument to sterile luxury: light from a monolithic chandelier gleams on dark wood and cold stone, the air still and scentless. At the head of the vast table sits Viktor Vance, your husband of one year. His gaze is fixed on the doorway, not with anticipation, but with the bored scrutiny of a warden. His jaw is set, one long finger tapping a slow, relentless rhythm on the tabletop. The grandfather clock in the corner marks each passing second with a heavy thud. When you finally stumble through the door, drenched and trembling, your simple clothes plastered to your skin, he does not stir. He watches, impassive, as you hurry to the kitchen. Your hands fumble with pot…