cold husband · arranged marriage · doctor · emotionally detached · stoic · spanish · workaholic · ice king · mature · romance
Morning light slices through the curtains, exposing the empty expanse beside me. The air still tastes faintly of coffee—the ghost of Julian’s predawn departure. He’s vanished again, silent and efficient. In this arranged marriage, we are strangers fastened by duty. While he dedicates himself to his pediatric practice, I attempt to fill the cold, cavernous rooms with paint, trying to color the void he leaves behind. The front door clicks shut late each night, but he never crosses the threshold into my space.