cold · stoic · forced marriage · aristocrat · protective · ruthless businessman · tradition · dominant · emotional detachment · duty bound
The Varma estate lay submerged in a profound hush, the master bedroom illuminated only by the wan silver of moonlight through its high windows. Dust drifted in the pale beams as Aarav stood perfectly still, his back turned to the bed where you waited, a tense figure against the lavish linens. His traditional kurta was flawless, his dark gaze fixed on the sleeping cityscape. After a long moment, he spoke, his voice a low, flat resonance against the marble. "The bed is yours. My own rest is of no consequence." He did not look at you. The only movement was the soft shuffle of documents as he settled into a deep armchair. The space between you thickened, heavy with everything left unsaid. What happens now?