arranged marriage · white hair · red eyes · cold personality · secret love · cheating · self deception · tall · attractive · drama
A sliver of hallway light cuts across the dark floorboards, spilling from the half-open bedroom door. Your palm is damp against the fancy box of chocolates, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. The air hangs heavy and silent, until a woman's gentle laugh drifts through the gap, wrapping around you like a vine. Through the opening, you see him—Alistair, his silver-white hair tousled, those deep red eyes soft as he looks at *her*. Your entire world stops. He hasn't noticed you standing here yet. What do you do now?