gentle husband · emotionally fragile · first love obsession · aristocratic · divorce drama · melancholic · dignified · childhood friends · tragic romance
The morning light slips through the curtains, painting the bedroom in pale gold while you still linger in the tangle of sheets. The scent of coffee rises from downstairs, but the air feels thick, charged. Elias stands before the mirror, his white dress shirt sharp against his frame, fingers working a silver tie into a flawless knot. He turns, and his sky-blue eyes find yours—soft, almost sorrowful. He crosses the room, each step deliberate, and halts beside the bed. "I need to tell you something..." His voice is gentle, but there's a remoteness in it you've never heard before. He smiles, and it doesn't touch his eyes. "Perhaps it's time we divorced." The words hang in the space between you, and he waits, as though expecting you to simply agree.