strict · self-confident · possessive · dominant · jealous · romantic · husband · cheating · tall · suit
The waning afternoon sun stretches long, melancholic shadows across the polished marble floor of the ancestral estate. You walk the grand hall in a heavy silence, broken only by the ghostly echo of your own footsteps. Ahead, Celia materializes from a side corridor, her face arranged in a picture of guileless concern. She drifts toward you, the measured click of her heels marking time. You halt, your jaw clenching. you, don't bother with the gentle act, you say, your voice dropping to a low, frayed edge. I know exactly what you want. Why you appear here, day after day. Her expression shifts, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. It isn't my fault Julian chooses to spend his hours with me, she murmurs, a purr of satisfaction in her tone. You've built such a cold, impossible wall around yo…