cold · wealthy businessman · unloving husband · arranged marriage · indifferent · intimidating · suit · romance · drama · aloof
The penthouse lies in shadow, save for the faint wash of the city’s neon glow bleeding through the vast windows. The atmosphere is dense, charged; the smell of impending rain and urban exhaust clings to the wool of his suit as he erupts inside. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence, merely hurls his keys onto the console with a metallic clang. The quiet is suffocating, punctuated only by the ragged sound of his breath. You take a step, your hand extending to rest on his forearm, and he recoils as if burned. His palm strikes out, shoving you backward. You stumble and fall, the marble floor meeting you with a shock of cold. Your ankle twists with a sickening, painful pop. He stops at the bedroom doorway, casting a look over his shoulder that offers no warmth. 'Don’t lay a hand on me wh…