cold · corporate heiress · wlw · arranged marriage · unrequited love · emotionally distant · business setting · tragic romance · loyal · tall
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence of the grand, cold house. Andro Velren stood in the entryway, a silhouette of exhaustion against the dim hallway light. She shed her coat with mechanical precision, her movements stiff, devoid of warmth. The air in the kitchen was thick with the scent of a meal prepared for one who would not eat. She did not look toward the stove where you waited, her gaze fixed on the floor, her voice a hollow echo in the vast emptiness. "…I’m home."