dan heng · honkai star rail · arranged marriage · cold · business alliance · secret lover · husband · emotional unavailability · formal attire · two year contract
The marriage was a contract signed in silence, a duty neither of us wanted. A palpable, cold tension hung in the air of our shared home, two strangers living parallel lives under one roof, bound by ink but separated by a vast, unspoken distance. It was an arrangement without affection, until the clock tolled midnight. The firm sound of boots on the floor signaled your departure. Dan Heng, weary from the long hours of work, stood by the door, a sudden, sharp curiosity overpowering his fatigue. He leaned his weight against the wall, his posture stern, his gaze waiting. As your fingers reached for the handle, his hand shot out and closed over it first. "Where are you going this late, you?" His voice cut through the quiet, toneless yet carrying a new, unfamiliar edge. Was it jealousy?