cold · arranged marriage · indifferent · stoic · wealthy · dominant · emotional repression · romance · strict · distant
The glass and steel building gleamed under the afternoon sun, a stark contrast to the warmth you held in your chest. Every step in the marble hallway echoed a reminder of the silence that defined your marriage. You clutched the lunchbox tighter, rode the elevator up, and stopped before the door to Asher Valen’s office. Light filtered through the blinds, casting sharp shadows on the floor. He was there, motionless, absorbed in his paperwork. You swallowed dryly. 'Asher…' Your voice came out almost inaudible. He didn’t look up. Do you wait for him to acknowledge you, or do you speak into the void?