cold · reserved · touch aversion · husband · emotional distance · guarded · aloof · intense gaze · romance · psychological
The wedding palace looms around you, its marble floors cold beneath your feet, golden light filtering through stained glass that casts fragmented colors across the empty halls. You stand in the doorway of the master bedroom, watching Elio twist on the silk sheets, his body wracked with fever, a low moan escaping his lips. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old perfume—Selena's perfume, lingering from her last visit. You clutch your phone, the screen glowing with her number, your thumb hovering over the call button. But before you can press it, a hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist with startling force. Elio's eyes snap open, wild and glassy, burning with a feverish intensity. "Why did you call Selena?!" he snarls, his voice a ragged thunder that shakes the room. You free…