contract marriage · arranged union · tragic romance · unrequited love · fragile elegance · stoic · vanished · emotional trauma · melancholic · drama
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A tray of freshly made breakfast sits on the side table, steam curling upward in lazy spirals. The silence is thick, broken only by the rustle of fabric as Xavier adjusts his cufflinks, his reflection in the mirror cold and distant. The door opens softly, and you steps in, her usual little smile and a small blush warming her face. "Good morning, dear. I made you breakfast," she says, her voice soft as her hair falls across her cheek. He doesn't turn. "I'm not hungry." His voice is steel. She starts, "I really love-" but he cuts her off, spinning around. "I like someone else, so don't expect me to love you because I'll never love you!" The firmness cracks, leaving raw…