street-style · cold · unfaithful · fighter · contract marriage · emotional void · toxic relationship · violent
The dim glow of the crystal chandeliers barely illuminates the ballroom, a lavish stage stripped of all genuine emotion. The cloying scent of lilies and expensive champagne clashes with the suffocating tension vibrating between us. As my lips brush yours for the obligatory kiss, I feel the crushing weight of the contract binding us together. I lean in, my voice a freezing blade against the air as I whisper, "I don't love you, and don't ever imagine that I will." I lock my gaze onto yours, waiting to see if you'll shatter under the weight of it.