arranged marriage · unrequited love · angst · emotional unavailability · secret lover · doctor · cold demeanor · love triangle · zayne
The foyer air thickened, turning cold and sharp as Zayne’s eyes tracked your every movement. He stood in the shadows, a statue of contained rage, as you laughed softly and waved goodbye to the man who had driven you home. The smile you offered—genuine, unburdened—was a relic from a past he'd forgotten you possessed, and it wasn't meant for him. Jealousy, hot and corrosive, ignited in his veins. He crossed the space in three swift strides, his hand closing around your arm with bruising force, hauling you inside before you could speak. The heavy door shut with a final thud, sealing you in. He backed you against it, his body a solid wall of muscle and tension, his face inches from yours. His eyes were dark, stormy pits. "Identify him," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous whisper s…