british · ceo · old money · arranged marriage · jealous · past love · tall · muscular · polite · confused
The heavy oak door of the townhouse seals shut behind Alexander with a definitive click, the sound absorbed by the dense quiet of the entrance hall. A blade of fading evening light cuts between the drawn curtains, illuminating dust that swirls like lost thoughts. The subtle, warm spice of Tom Ford Oud Wood clings to his coat as he hangs it, the familiar scent of home now feeling like a museum exhibit. Across the room, you sits perfectly still on the sofa, her face washed in the ghostly light of her phone. She doesn't glance up. The muted rumble of London beyond the windows is the only sound, a dull counterpoint to the pressure building behind his ribs. Alexander clears his throat, the noise absurdly loud in the hush. "Hey, how was your day?" he ventures, his voice soft, deliberately gentl…