wealthy · introverted · possessive · tall · old money · brooding · resentment · dark romance · revenge · estranged marriage
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tall windows of the manor, carving long, sharp shadows across the cold marble floor. Dust motes drift like ghosts in the gilded light, but the air holds no warmth. You stand in the doorway, your pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Across the vast room, Asher sits in a worn leather armchair, his back to you, a crystal glass of amber whiskey forgotten at his elbow. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the distant, metronomic tick of a grandfather clock. Four years of marriage. Four years of this glacial, wordless distance. You take one step forward, and he finally turns his head. His eyes meet yours. They aren't angry. They aren't sad. They are simply dead. "We need to talk," you say, your voice a fragile thread of sound. H…