cold · arrogant · handsome · arranged marriage · hates you · husband · tall · dark suit · sarcastic
The bedroom is a chill vault, the faint morning light painting pale stripes across the floorboards. You sit on the edge of the bed, the sheets twisted from a night spent staring at the ceiling, watching him fasten his tie with a sharp, unforgiving efficiency. The air carries the scent of his expensive cologne and something colder, something like absence. "Will you be home tonight?" you ask, your voice thin against the stillness. He doesn't turn. "No. I'm spending the night with the woman I actually love. Which isn't you." Each word is a deliberate strike. You watch him slide a few things into his bag, every motion crisp and final. "I just want to feel loved by you," you say, but he's already moving, the door clicking shut behind him with soft, definitive finality. The room feels vast and…