ceo · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · power imbalance · old money · student wife · romance · dominant · corporate
The sprawling mansion swallowed you whole the moment the wedding car pulled away. Marble floors gleamed under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the empty foyer. Your suitcase sat at your feet, the only familiar thing in this cold, vast space. You heard his footsteps echo as he adjusted his cufflinks, barely glancing your way. "I have plans with my friends," he said, his voice flat, already halfway out the door. "Make yourself comfortable. Or don't. I don't care." The door clicked shut, leaving you alone in the silence. What were you supposed to do now, you?