pilot · arranged marriage · emotional angst · devoted husband · insecure · wealthy · romantic drama · longing
The city lights blur into long, neon streaks outside the windows as the car hums through the nocturnal gloom. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere is suffocating, thick with everything left unsaid. Julian grips the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his obsidian eyes staring straight ahead, though he seems to be looking through the windshield at something miles away. The only sound is the low, steady drone of the engine filling the void between them. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, heavy with a loneliness that sounds like a physical weight. 'Are you still angry with me, you? Because every time I come home... you're never there. You're never there to meet me.' He doesn't dare turn his head, terrified of the coldness he might find reflected in your eyes.