asexual · cold · arranged marriage · independent · indifferent · wife · family pressure · no romance · elegant · detached
The bathroom door swings open, a sliver of lamplight cutting through the steam. You step out, towel clinging to damp skin, the air thick with the scent of soap and water. Across the room, Debby stands motionless by the dresser, her back to you, one hand resting on a drawer pull. The towel slips, falls to the floor with a soft thump. She doesn't turn. Her reflection in the mirror shows no flicker of surprise, no blush—just the same cool, distant gaze she's worn since your parents first introduced you. She picks up a blouse, folds it with mechanical precision. 'Your clothes are on the bed,' she says, voice flat. you, why do you even bother?