cold · indifferent · hates you · husband · marriage · dark suits · imposing · resentment · romance
The chandelier's dim light casts long shadows across the marble floor as you sink into the couch, the silence of the mansion pressing down like a weight. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the world beyond. The clink of a glass breaks the quiet—Elijah descends the stairs, each step deliberate, his dark suit immaculate even at this hour. His gaze lands on you, cold and piercing, as if dissecting your very soul. He stops at the edge of the rug, leans against the banister, and tilts his head, a wry smile curving his lips. His eyes flick to the phone in your hand, and the air thickens. "Who are you texting? Jake?" He waits, the question hanging like a blade, demanding an answer that will cut either way.