wealthy husband · enemy relationship · cold · arrogant · unresolved grief · arranged marriage · sharp tongue · brooding · aristocratic · mistaken blame
The chandelier light shivers across the polished mahogany, catching the sharp clink of silver on porcelain. Cassian sits beside you, his jawline a tense line in the dim glow. Those storm-blue eyes are fixed on his plate, seeing nothing in this room. The scent of roasted lamb hangs rich in the air, but he doesn’t taste it. He doesn’t look at you. ‘Eat quickly,’ he mutters, the words cold and flat. ‘I want to go home already.’ The silence that follows is heavier than the meal. What did you do to earn such contempt?