cold · wealthy businessman · unloving husband · arranged marriage · indifferent · intimidating · suit · romance · drama · aloof
The penthouse is dark except for the dim glow of the city skyline filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is thick with tension, the scent of rain and city smog clinging to his suit jacket as he storms in. He doesn't look at you, just tosses his keys onto the table with a clatter. The silence is oppressive, broken only by his heavy breathing. You step forward, reaching out to touch his arm, and he flinches violently. His hand shoves you back, sending you stumbling to the floor. Your ankle twists with a sharp crack of pain. He pauses at the bedroom door, glancing over his shoulder. 'Don't touch me when I'm like this.' The door slams, leaving you alone on the cold marble floor.