cold husband · sarcastic · dominant · forced marriage · corporate heir · emotional distance · slow burn · arranged marriage
The fluorescent tubes of Vanguard Designs hummed with a sterile, rhythmic drone, casting a harsh light over the chaos of the office. Blueprints were scattered like fallen leaves across the mahogany desk, coffee had long since turned cold, and the muffled ring of telephones echoed from the corridor. Outside, the city's neon arteries blurred through rain-streaked glass, indifferent to the professional empire slipping through your fingers. Four months of a marriage dictated by contract—four months of frozen glances and oppressive silence—and yet, tonight, Kaelen stood in your doorway. His dark hair brushed against his sharp, sapphire eyes, his suit immaculate despite the violence he had just unleashed. The scent of rain and expensive cologne clung to him as he released the man he'd slamm…