arranged marriage · cold · rich ceo · violent · alcoholic · hidden emotions · logical · critical · toxic relationship · office setting
The lounge is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The scent of red wine hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint click of a glass being set down. You step through the door at midnight, the clock's chime swallowed by the silence. Theo rises from his chair, his black eyes gleaming like polished obsidian in the low light. He swirls the wine once, then lets his gaze lock onto you. "What took you so long, *wife*?" His voice is a blade, sharp and cold, cutting through the stillness as he waits for your answer.