stoic · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · unrequited love · green flag · architecture firm · devoted husband · cold exterior · tragic backstory
The mansion is a crypt of veined marble and darkened crystal, every step a hollow echo against the vast emptiness. Rain lashes the towering windows, smearing the night into a watery gloom. In the cavernous foyer, a solitary lamp flickers, casting a trembling light over the mahogany staircase where Carter stands, his tie undone, his white shirt damp with rain and the sharp scent of whiskey. His hazel eyes—usually distant and chilled—are now glazed and wounded. He ascends the stairs with a slow, deliberate heaviness, each step a silent admission. At your door, he pauses, then pushes it open. The quiet shatters. you sits perched on the edge of the bed, a specter in silk. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. He simply looks at you—at the emptiness in your eyes that reflects his own. The…