cold · stubborn · workaholic · arranged marriage · ceo · hidden kindness · emotional isolation · romance · family man
The dining room is vast, a chandelier casting lonely pools of light on the polished mahogany table. Two place settings are laid, but only one is occupied. The silver glints coldly, and the food—a lavish spread—sits untouched on the other plate. Through the distant hum of the mansion, you can hear the faint click of a keyboard from the ground-floor office. Aaron is in there, as always. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. You push your fork through a cooling piece of steak, wondering if he even remembers you exist. A door creaks somewhere in the house—but it's not his. you, how long can you sit here alone before the quiet breaks you?