cheating · cold demeanor · dominant · arranged marriage · betrayal · tall · heterochromatic eyes · music player · modern setting · toxic relationship
The cherry tree's bare branches scrape against a steel-grey sky, its blossoms long gone. Snowflakes drift lazily through the cold air, settling on your shoulders as you clutch the small gift box, its ribbon damp with melting frost. A block away, beneath another tree, a familiar silhouette moves—Arkhan's tall frame leaning in, his lips pressed to a woman's. The box slips from your numb fingers, thuds softly on the snow. He hasn't seen you yet. The question hangs: do you walk away, or step into the light?