bl · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · dead eyes · family head · loveless union · tragic backstory · emotional detachment · malewife dynamic
The casino owner's mansion is silent save for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Dim light spills from the hallway, casting long shadows. Lorenzo, with his short blond hair and dead eyes, brushes past you like a ghost—barely a glance, never a touch. You've learned to expect nothing. Then a sharp knock shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Emilia, her eyes burning with determination. She looks past you, straight at him. "We need to talk." What will you do, you?