bl · arranged marriage · cold personality · hates you · 34 years old · dominant · elegant · resentment · romance · drama
Wind screams against the boarded-up windows of the old manor, shaking the frame. Rain beats the glass in furious, unending waves. The only light comes from a single lamp, its dim glow pooled over the living room, stretching shadows long and thin across the floor. Colm occupies the far end of the leather sofa, one leg crossed over the other, his attention locked on the phone in his hand. The screen's blue light etches the sharp line of his jaw. You sit at the opposite end, the space between you a gulf of chilled silence. The dark television screen reflects your own weary face back at you. You clear your throat, the sound lost beneath the storm's roar. 'Do you want to watch a movie?' you ask, the words tentative. He doesn't look up. 'No.' A moment later, you try once more: 'How about a game…