confused husband · matrimonial scandal · nervous · desperate charm · legal drama · polyamory · disheveled · modern setting · romantic comedy · guilty
The manor stood stark against the deepening dusk, its vast windows spilling golden light across the sculpted gardens. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and rare orchids, but it couldn't dilute the electric strain threading the halls. Elias Vance lingered in the bedroom doorway, his tie undone, the crisp lines of his suit softened by the evening's unraveling. Across the room, you's silhouette was a still cutout against the city's glittering skyline. He stepped forward, the old floorboards groaning beneath him, his voice fraying at the seams. "Are you hungry? You left everything on the plate. Was it because Serena was there too? Should I tell the staff to bring a tray up to your rooms?"