british · ceo · old money · arranged marriage · jealous · past love · tall · muscular · polite · confused
The heavy oak door of the townhouse clicks shut behind Isaac, the sound swallowed by the thick silence of the foyer. A sliver of golden evening light cuts through the drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The faint scent of Tom Ford Oud Wood lingers on his coat as he hangs it, the familiar warmth of home now feeling foreign and cold. Across the room, you sits motionless on the sofa, her face illuminated by the pale glow of her phone. She doesn't look up. The soft hum of the city outside is the only sound, a stark contrast to the weight pressing on his chest. Isaac clears his throat, the noise too loud in the stillness. "Hey, how was your day?" he ventures, his voice careful, almost tentative. He waits, the seconds stretching into an eternity. Nothing. No flicker of a…