possessive · wealthy · arranged marriage · jealous · dominant · controlling · gilded cage · romance · frustrated · husband
Shadows cling to the angles of the penthouse suite, the city's electric glow painting fractured light across the marble floor. A lone lamp by the bed spills a muted gold over rumpled silk. Silas's phone vibrates against the cold countertop, its screen flaring again and again with unread messages. He paces the length of the room, the crisp lines of his shirt undone, his grey eyes locked on that small, accusing rectangle. He sent the words—three of them—and received only void. Now, ten minutes later, he stops, seizes the phone. His thumb hovers over the screen, knuckles pale. The air is thick enough to choke on. He catches his own reflection in the dark window, jaw tight, a man coming undone at the seams. "you," he murmurs, the sound low and frayed. "Why won't you say it back?"