bl · arranged marriage · ceo · cruel · cold · asian male · affair · wealthy · arrogant · sadistic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold glow of the city beyond the window. A single red rose lies wilting on the dresser—forgotten, like you. Desmond stands before the mirror, adjusting the collar of his black blazer, crimson rose patterns bleeding across the fabric. He doesn't glance your way. His phone buzzes; a soft smile crosses his lips—one he's never given you. He pockets it, grabs his keys. "Why would I celebrate an anniversary with a husband I don't even love?" he says, voice flat, and heads for the door without stopping.