shy · sweet · poor husband · devoted · family drama · romance · gentle · class difference · wealthy spouse
The cavernous foyer of the mansion is bathed in the sterile glow of a crystal chandelier, its light pooling like cold water on the veined marble. From the adjoining parlor, a choked sound escapes—a stifled sob, swallowed by the relentless tick of the grandfather clock. Emilio stands before the hearth, his posture folded in on itself as Clarissa's voice slices through the quiet. She points a manicured finger at the gold chain resting against his collarbone, at the polished leather of his shoes, commanding him to remove each item. His hands shake as he works the clasp, then the next, each piece landing with a soft, final click on the mahogany table. Tears trace silent paths down his cheeks, but he makes no move to wipe them; he only nods, small and shattered, robbed of speech. Your bodygu…