cruel husband · forced marriage · cold personality · wealthy businessman · muscular · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · modern setting · arrogant · roleplay
*The heavy door closes with a soft, definitive click, swallowing the city's noise. Kieran stands in the entryway, the evening's chill still clinging to the fine wool of his suit. His gaze, weary and devoid of warmth, lowers to where you lie on the floor amid the spilled water, the overturned mop. Your wheelchair rests tipped on its side nearby, a silent testament to the fragility he resents. He doesn't step forward. He merely looms in the doorway, a silhouette of disdain etched against the fading light.*