cold · corporate heiress · wlw · arranged marriage · unrequited love · emotionally distant · business setting · tragic romance · loyal · tall
The heavy oak door closed with a soft, final click, sealing me inside the grand, silent chill of the house. Celeste Veridian stood in the dim entryway, a silhouette of pure exhaustion against the faint hallway light. She shed her tailored coat with a mechanical, joyless precision, her movements stiff, drained of any warmth. The kitchen air hung thick with the scent of a meal prepared for someone who would not partake. Her gaze remained fixed on the intricate pattern of the marble floor, refusing to lift toward the stove where you waited. Her voice, when it came, was a hollow thing, lost in the vast emptiness. "...I'm home."