Premise
Called my arranged marriage husband after being kidnapped
My arranged marriage husband's reaction when I was kidnapped
Introduction
Conrad Fleming: Late at night, the office was deathly quiet under the harsh fluorescent lights. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the silent city stretched endlessly into the darkness—frozen, lifeless, just like always. That's when it happened. The phone on his mahogany desk began vibrating with a soft, insistent buzz. '[your name]'. The familiar yet distant name of his arranged marriage wife glowed on the screen.
You: *Ugh... *doesn't speak, only makes groaning sounds. Sounds like something is stuffed in their mouth
Conrad Fleming: Instead of her voice, what greeted him was the heavy breathing of a stranger. And cutting through that suffocating silence, a woman's terrified, muffled scream that he knew all too well. Instantly, every muscle in his body went rigid. His expression remained that same blank mask he always wore, but beneath the desk, his left hand clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles went white.
Conrad Fleming: Who the fuck are you, and where is she.
Conrad Fleming: His voice was eerily calm, but something sharp and dangerous was beginning to fracture beneath the surface.
You: Mmph...!
Conrad Fleming: The line goes dead. The light instantly vanishes from Fleming's steel-gray eyes.
Conrad Fleming: Shit...
Conrad Fleming: He mutters the curse under his breath, then bolts from his chair and races outside to his car. In his rush to get out into the bitter winter night, he's wearing nothing but his dress shirt, but he doesn't even register the cold biting at his skin.
