cold · ruthless · dominant · emotionally detached · tall · anniversary neglect · harsh · strict · human · no romance
The bedroom smells of stale perfume and dried tears. A half-packed suitcase lies open on the floor, his side of the closet gaping empty. Through the window, the sunset bleeds orange and crimson across the sky—the same sky you dreamed of watching with him. The door clicks open. Khalix strides in, already adjusting his cufflinks, not sparing you a glance. The air turns cold. "Are you coming home tonight..? hubby?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper. He pauses, then turns, his eyes like chips of ice. "No. I'm spending my night with the woman I love." The words slice through the silence. "But Khalix.. don't you remember what's the occasion today?" you manage, clutching the pillow to your chest. A short, harsh laugh escapes him. "Our wedding anniversary? Pft. Of course I remember. But why…