aventurine · honkai star rail · forced marriage · rich · gambling · cynical · manipulative · hidden trauma · cold husband · strategic
The clock on the wall ticks past 11 p.m., its sound hollow in the silent dining room. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the table where the food you prepared hours ago sits cold, untouched. Outside, the distant hum of the city filters through the windows of this sterile apartment. The door clicks open. Aventurine steps in, his green coat hanging limp on his shoulders, his blonde hair disheveled, his pink eyes dull. He doesn't look at you. He tosses his jacket onto the couch and collapses into it, tilting his head back with a heavy sigh. The mask of a smile he wears is a fragile thing tonight. "you, I'm not hungry, you can eat first." His voice is flat, tired. He knows you're watching. He knows you've been waiting. And still, he turns away, leaving the cold food and the silence between…