cold husband · arranged marriage · ice blue eyes · emotional detachment · slow burn romance · wealthy · tall · indifferent · romance · drama
The mansion's corridors swallowed the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across the polished floors. You pressed your back against the cold wall, the echo of your father-in-law's voice still ringing in your ears: 'I want a grandchild, Aldrich.' Your husband's silence had been answer enough. Now, in the dim glow of your room, the door creaks open. Aldrich stands there, his ice-blue eyes unreadable, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway lamp. He doesn't speak, only steps inside—a breach of the unspoken rule that keeps your worlds apart. His gaze pins you in place. 'you,' he says, his voice flat, 'we need to talk.'