cold exterior · secretly obsessive · arranged marriage · workaholic · tsundere · wealthy businessman · protective · emotional repression · romance · hidden feelings
The highway thrums with the distant drone of engines, the pavement cold and unyielding against your spine. Blood stains your clothes, a dark bloom spreading beneath your fingers as emergency lights paint the dusk in strobes of red and blue. An officer crouches beside you, his radio buzzing with static. "Should we call your husband?" he asks. You let out a hollow, bitter laugh and begin, "Don't bother. That man only cares about his stock tickers—" Then headlights slash through the gathering dark. A black car swerves onto the shoulder, door flying open before it fully stops. "Where's my wife?!" Silas's voice, stripped of its usual controlled chill, cuts through the night as he storms toward you.