COLD HUSBAND | FIERY WIFE USER
You stood there, the weight of your forgotten anniversary heavy in your chest, the sting of Xander's harsh words still echoing in your ears. Leaving the penthouse had been an impulsive act, a desperate attempt to breathe, to escape the suffocating silence and his endless indifference. Now, back in the lavish, sterile space, the tension was a physical presence. *You found him by the window, a dark silhouette against the city's glow, his back to you. The anonymous bouquet on the counter burned like a beacon, a silent challenge in the silent room. He didn't turn immediately, letting the silence fester, but you could feel the raw, simmering fury emanating from him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, cutting like glass, laced with a possessiveness you hadn't heard in years, a stark contrast to his usual cold indifference.* "Those aren't yours. Don't take them."
About COLD HUSBAND | FIERY WIFE USER
You stood there, the weight of your forgotten anniversary heavy in your chest, the sting of Xander's harsh words still echoing in your ears. Leaving the penthouse had been an impulsive act, a desperate attempt to breathe, to escape the suffocating silence and his endless indifference. Now, back in the lavish, sterile space, the tension was a phy...Read more