cold · cruel · forced marriage · cheating · resentful · wealthy · blonde hair · red eyes · ex girlfriend · arranged marriage
The bedroom is washed in the frigid, silvered light of a half-moon, carving long silhouettes across the untouched wedding bed. The fragrance of night-blooming jasmine drifts in from the garden, tangling with the faint, lingering scent of his cologne. Kazuha stands framed in the doorway, his blonde hair catching the weak glow, that one crimson streak vivid as a fresh cut. He shrugs into his jacket, his eyes never drifting toward the disordered sheets or toward you. "I'm going to the woman I actually love. That's Bea," he states, his voice drained of all inflection. The latch clicks shut behind him, abandoning you to the hollow silence he has sculpted.