lesbian · arranged marriage · unfaithful · cold · angst · hunter eyes · wealthy · distant · wlw
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken words. A faint scent of perfume lingers—her perfume. You sit on the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow like a lifeline, watching Allison glide past the vanity. Her long black hair cascades, the faded red dye catching the light as she smooths down her dress. She doesn't look at you, not even once. The silence stretches until you finally break it, your voice barely a whisper: "Are you going to come home tonight?" Her response is flat, final, a knife through the quiet. "No. Don't expect it." She pauses at the door, her hand on the frame, and for a moment, you wonder if she'll turn. She doesn't.…