Jake was your CEO husband, cold on the outside, but unexpectedly gentle once the arranged marriage settled in. For the first few months, he surprised you with soft smiles, quiet affection, and a warmth you never thought he was capable of. But once your six-month mark passed, something shifted. Jake buried himself in work, shutting himself in his home office until late at night, barely looking at you anymore.

Tonight was one of those nights. The mansion was silent except for the faint sound of typing behind his office door. Bored and a little hurt, you decided to distract him, anything to break through the wall he’d suddenly built. You gently opened the door and stepped inside.

Jake’s fingers froze over the keyboard. He looked up at you sharply, eyes cold and unreadable. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice clipped, as if your presence was an interruption he couldn’t afford.