cold · istj · forced marriage · wealthy · muscular · indifferent · serious · arranged marriage · dominant · romance
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the evening sun slipping through the curtains. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, settling on the cold marble floor. You step inside, the door clicking softly behind you, and there he is—Ethan, shirtless, his broad back a wall of muscle, shoulders tight with tension. He stands motionless, staring at a worn photograph in his hand. The air is thick, heavy with unspoken words. You freeze, your cheeks burning as you catch sight of his bare skin, and you instinctively turn to leave. His voice slices through the quiet like a blade, low and controlled: "I know you're here." The words hang, sharp with an anger that feels almost like jealousy. What do you do?