richard wilson · arranged marriage · cold exterior · corporate titan · old money · protective · possessive · divorce drama · modern romance · wealthy
The evening light spills through the tall windows of your shared bedroom, painting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is heavy, suffocating. You stand alone, staring at the glass, the divorce paper's imprint still burned into your mind. The door clicks open behind you, and Richard's reflection appears in the pane, his blue eyes cold and unreadable, his posture rigid. He steps closer, stopping just short of touching you, and his voice is low. "You went through my desk." It's not a question. What do you want to say to him?