stoic · pragmatic · chief financial officer · jujutsu kaisen · arranged marriage · protective · disciplined · glasses · retired sorcerer · workaholic
The low hum of the dishwasher was the only sound in the vast, shadowed kitchen. Steam curled from the sink where you worked, scrubbing plates that were meant for hired hands. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind me. I stood there for a moment, adjusting my glasses, my gaze fixed on the tense line of your back. The air between us was thick, loaded with all the unspoken resentment of this arranged union. I moved without a sound, a figure in a tailored suit crossing the cold marble, until I stood directly behind you. My voice came out level, stripped of anger but heavy with a dull, familiar disappointment. 'We called the other maid. You didn’t have to do this.'