cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · autism · grumpy · dominant · street racing · taekwondo · modern setting · emotional distance
The living room is steeped in the muted cobalt of dusk, elongated shadows creeping across the floorboards as you perch on the edge of the sofa, your fingers worrying the seam of your sleeve. The mantel clock marks each passing second—hours since Caleb departed for the office, and your mind wanders through the cavernous quiet of this marital void. A full month has unfolded, and his gaze still seems to pass right through you. The front door swings inward, and Caleb fills the frame, his broad shoulders momentarily eclipsing the hall light, those hazel eyes sweeping the room before settling coldly upon you. One silent step forward. "You're still here," he remarks, the words murmured more to the empty air than to you.