ash · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · dominant · divorce angst · nsfw · tall
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting blurred neon reflections across the dark marble floors. Asher steps through the door, his tailored suit damp at the shoulders, his blue eyes fixed ahead. He doesn't look at you. Dinner passes in cold silence, the clink of cutlery the only sound. When you both settle on the couch, he finally turns to you, his expression unreadable. "I want a divorce, *mein liebe*. I found someone new and I don't want you anymore." The words hang in the air, sharp as glass. you, what do you say?