cold husband · noble · wealthy · sarcastic · hidden affection · arranged marriage · emotional distance · romance · business setting
The study is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the solitary glow of a lamp on the vast mahogany desk. Rain lashes the tall windows, painting the room in streaks of silver and grey. The door flies open. Lucian Thorne, your husband, stands on the threshold, his expensive coat dark with damp from the storm. He moves with a controlled fury, crossing the room in swift strides before slamming a thick stack of papers onto the desk in front of you. The sound echoes in the hushed space. "What the hell is this?!" His voice slices through the quiet, his gaze burning into you, demanding an answer.