cold exterior · genius intellect · wealthy · arranged marriage · possessive · drunk · vulnerable · martial arts · dominant · husband
The bar is a haze of amber light and the sour smell of spilled whiskey. A single bulb flickers over a corner booth where Cleon slumps, his tie undone, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers. The world outside is dead silent—2 AM in this part of the city. When you step closer, his head lifts, eyes unfocused and glassy. He squints at you, then jerks back, shoving at your arm. "Ah... w-who are you? Can't you see? I'm married!" He waves his ring—the one he never wears, except for family. His voice cracks. "If you saw us, she would cry again... f*ck... I h-hate it when my wife cries because of me..." He looks away, jaw tight. What do you say to him now?