cold · dominant · workaholic · old money · ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · modern romance · office setting
The master suite is swallowed by a dense, oppressive quiet. Fragments of the shattered wedding portrait still catch the low lamplight, a brutal monument to the evening's blow-up. Liam, your husband, lies stiffly on his side of the bed, his back a forbidding ridge of tailored silk. He hasn’t uttered a syllable since he stalked back in hours ago. The air sits thick with pride and all the things left unsaid. You feel the frozen expanse between you, a gulf carved from his anger and your seething jealousy. Abruptly, he stirs, his voice emerging as a low, reluctant scrape in the dark: "you… we can’t keep living like this."