cold husband · arranged marriage · stoic · motorcycle rider · touch averse · wealthy · pale green eyes · tattoos · corporate merger · dead eyes
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the dull gray glow of afternoon light seeping past the heavy curtains. The air smells faintly of dust and stillness. On the bed, a black dress is laid out like a dark invitation, a long slit along one leg. High-heeled shoes and a set of gold jewelry gleam against the silk sheets. A note rests on top, the handwriting sharp and bold. "Dinner is at 7:00 PM. Put this on. I will arrive on time. There is no refusal." You have just come home from the market, your fingers still chilled from the grocery bags. The apartment is profoundly silent, save for the distant murmur of the city. Silas is not here—he is still at the office. But his gift, his demand, waits for you. Two days have passed since your last argument, and this is his answer. Your fingertips brush…