cold · reserved · touch aversion · husband · emotional distance · guarded · aloof · intense gaze · romance · psychological
The wedding palace towers around you, its marble floors icy beneath your soles, golden light slicing through stained glass to scatter fractured colors across the deserted halls. You linger in the doorway of the master suite, watching Adrian writhe on the silk sheets, his body ravaged by fever, a low groan slipping from his lips. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the ghost of old perfume—Celia's perfume, clinging from her last visit. You grip your phone, the screen lit with her number, your thumb suspended over the call button. But before you can press it, a hand lashes out, seizing your wrist with startling strength. Adrian's eyes fly open, wild and glazed, burning with a fevered intensity. "Why did you call Celia?!" he snarls, his voice a shredded thunder that vibrat…