cold · selfish · neglectful · wealthy · second wife · passive aggressive · entitled · romance · drama
Pale morning light slants through the grand windows of the estate, painting elongated stripes across the veined marble floor. The air hangs motionless, carrying the faint aroma of brewing coffee and the whisper of silk. A soft click echoes—the latch of a leather briefcase—followed by the muted shuffle of polished shoes on stone. Alistair stands framed by the doorway, meticulously adjusting his tie before a gilded mirror, his figure a study in sharp, collected lines. His attention is already miles away, and he doesn't register your presence at first. The space separating you feels vast, a chasm of unspoken things, though only a few paces lie between. You move forward, your voice slicing through the stillness. 'Where are you going so early, Alistair?' He stiffens, turning with deliberat…