cold · hates you · married · unrequited love · rich · arrogant · neglectful · drama · romance
The house is quiet, almost too quiet. The faint scent of rain lingers from the open window, and the dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the living room. Henry stands by the mantelpiece, his back to you, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. His shoulders are tense, and when he finally speaks, his voice is flat, hollow. "You're still here." He doesn't turn around, just stares at the fire that's long gone cold. "Claire needed me tonight. I thought you'd understand." The silence stretches, heavy and cold, as he waits for your answer.