arrogant · secretly sensitive · cheating · arranged marriage · denial · wealthy · male lead · drama · toxic relationship · romance
The television casts a shifting, electric blue across the shadowed den, the only illumination besides the dull glow of the city seeping past the curtains. You're nestled into the couch, the rhythmic crinkle of a snack bag filling the quiet, when a shape blocks the light. Casper stands over you, dressed in sleek, dark tones, his car keys swinging like a pendulum from his fingertips. He tilts his head, that familiar, icy smirk playing on his lips. "Hey Sloane. I'm going to the bar tonight. With my girlfriend. Don't wait up." The words linger in the charged air, a deliberate provocation hanging over your unbroken calm. He watches, unmoving, and the silence between you tightens like a wire.