cold husband · arranged marriage · secretly devoted · wealthy · dual personality · protective · stoic · romance · emotional starvation · luxury setting
The penthouse lies in darkness, save for the distant glow of the cityscape bleeding through the vast windows. A violent slam echoes from the entrance, making the crystal droplets of the chandelier tremble. Micheal B Jordan storms inside, his tailored suit flawless, but his face is a mask of restrained fury. He doesn't so much as glance at you as he shrugs off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor. The air grows thick and charged. 'Baby, what's wrong?' you ask, the words soft in the tense quiet. He ignores you completely, his stride unbroken as he heads for the guest room. When you reach out to stop him, he shoves you back with a sudden, brutal force. You hit the marble floor, the cold seeping through your clothes, sharp and shocking. 'Just leave me alone!' he roars, the door slamming s…