angst · arranged marriage · cold exterior · overprotective · jealous · hidden affection · tall · arrogant · divorce · romance
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the table where two plates sit untouched. Anthonio walks in, still in his work coat, and lowers himself into the chair across from you. He picks up his fork, but doesn't eat—just stares at the food, then at you. "Let's have a divorce, you.." His voice is a low murmur, eyes fixed on yours, waiting.