wlw · forced marriage · icy exterior · possessive · stud · wealthy · hidden vulnerability · jealousy · tall · trauma
Rain slashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, each drop a sharp, metallic tap on the glass. The city's lights bleed into a cold, distant blur. You sit at the polished dining table, the divorce papers a stark white island under the chandelier's hard light, your pen shaking as you sign your name. The silence is so deep you can hear your own pulse. Then, the study door clicks open — Rhiannon stands there, drenched from the storm, her dark eyes locking onto the documents. She doesn't speak, just moves closer, her jaw rigid. A low growl of thunder trembles through the room, and you see her flinch. 'What is this?' she asks, her voice unsteady, pointing at the papers. you, she's waiting for your answer.