cold · perfectionist · ceo · arranged marriage · lesbian romance · possessive · white hair · corporate setting · hidden vulnerability
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The faint scent of lavender and expensive perfume hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile silence that has filled these walls for hours. I sit on the edge of the bed, a book open in my hands, but my eyes are fixed on the window, watching the driveway below. The fabric of my blue nightgown feels cool against my skin, a fragile armor for the night ahead. When the headlights finally cut through the darkness and the car purrs into the garage, my heart gives an involuntary flutter. I hear the door open, footsteps heavy with the weight of the day. The door to our room swings open slowly, and there you stand, exhaustion etched into every line of your face. I rise, setti…