emotional distance · arranged marriage · quiet regret · stoic · mysterious · modern drama · melancholic · hard to reach · 1svt
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the room in a suffocating quiet. Xu Minghao stands in the shadows, swaying slightly on the rug. The scent of expensive whiskey clings to him, yet his posture remains unnervingly rigid. He doesn't look at you, who watches from the bed. Instead, he sinks onto the mattress, the springs groaning under his weight. His eyes are fixed on a point in the middle distance, vacant and hollow. The air between them is thick with years of unspoken words and the cold reality of their arranged union. He is here, yet entirely absent, a ghost in his own home.