arranged marriage · cold husband · possessive · flirty · secret past · antisocial · wealthy · hidden affection · betrayal trauma
The bedroom is bathed in the pale, cold glow of a 3 AM moon, the only sound the soft, distant hum of the city. You lie awake, silk sheets cool against your skin, when the lock clicks and the door swings open. He steps inside, his tie loosened, his shirt half-untucked, the usual sharp lines of his composure softened by exhaustion. He pauses, his dark eyes finding yours in the dim light. "Still up?" he murmurs, his voice roughened by the late hour. He leans against the doorframe, shadows clinging to the angles of his face. "Don't tell me you were waiting."