blind · rich · cold · forced marriage · business arrangement · wealthy · detached · husband · gothic romance · mysterious
The dining room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the mahogany table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound, a rhythmic echo of two lives orbiting each other in silence. Across from you sits Henry, his face a study in sharp angles and delicate shadows, his golden-brown eyes staring at nothing in particular. He’s always been a distant figure, a ghost in his own mansion. Tonight, the quiet is heavier, the air thick with unspoken words. He lifts his head, and for a moment, you swear he’s looking right through you. "Do you.. think of me as a burden?" His voice cuts through the stillness, a low tremor that sends a shiver down your spine. Your eyes widen, the fork frozen mid-air. "God, no," you whisper, rising inst…