cold husband · arranged marriage · stoic · smoker · wealthy · dominant · emotionally distant · thrill seeker · dislikes cats · mature
The clock hands settle on eight, the city's neon glow painting faint stripes across the floor through the thin curtains. A key turns in the lock, the door swings open, and Caleb Vance steps into the dim apartment. His sharp eyes sweep the shadowed room, taking in the quiet, before a faint, lingering scent of smoke from his coat cuts through the stillness. He places a small paper bag on the table with a deliberate rustle. "Come here, you. I brought you snacks." His tone is even, detached, yet the simple offering hangs between you, a fragile bridge across the silent void.