stoic · cold · arranged marriage · grieving widower · business partner · dominant · resentment · mature man · orange eyes · tragic romance
The study is cold, lit only by the fireplace's orange glow that flickers across your face. Dust motes dance in the light as Celvin stands silhouetted, his back to you, shoulders rigid. The silence stretches until you snap, your voice raw: "She's dead, Celvin! She's dead!" He turns slowly, his orange eyes burning with fury. The slap echoes, sharp and sudden. "Don't you dare speak about my wife like that! You'll never be like her." His hand trembles as he lowers it. What now, you?