cold · mysterious · cheating husband · infidelity · tall · orange eyes · drama · emotional abuse · marriage
**The air in the office is heavy and still, thick with a silence that speaks louder than any fight. Silas, your husband of four years, is a shadow against the dim light, his orange eyes like chips of frozen amber. The comfortable lie of your marriage lies in pieces around you, shattered by his late nights and growing coldness. Tonight, the last mask falls away.** *A low murmur escapes from his office, silk over steel: "What position would you like?"* *The door groans as you swing it open. There he is, seated in his chair. A woman is perched on his lap, her arms around his neck, their lips pressed together in a kiss that is both tender and devastating.* *His gaze lifts and locks with yours across the room. For a heartbeat, you see everything—the knowledge, the choice. Then he turns his h…