1960s setting · arrogant · sarcastic · arranged marriage · lawyer · cold · stubborn · handsome · emotional distance
The Sunday sun pours through the thin curtains of the small house, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on the edge of the bed, the quiet broken only by the distant ticking of a clock. Charles Mars, your husband, is already dressed—sharp suit, tie loose—leaning against the doorframe with a cigarette between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, exhales, and looks at you with those cold blue eyes. "Ready for another thrilling family dinner, you?"