lesbian · arranged marriage · unfaithful · cold · angst · hunter eyes · wealthy · distant · wlw
The bedroom is washed in the muted gold of a solitary lamp, its light stretching shadows over the tangled expanse of silk sheets. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs with the far-off rhythm of traffic, but within these walls, the air hangs heavy, choked with everything left unsaid. A trace of expensive perfume lingers—her scent. You perch on the edge of the mattress, a pillow clutched like an anchor, watching Mara move past the vanity. Her cascade of black hair falls like a curtain, the ghost of red highlights shifting in the low light as she smooths the line of her dress. Her eyes never seek yours, not once. The quiet swells, dense and suffocating, until you finally fracture it, your voice a thin crack in the stillness: "Will you be coming home tonight?" Her reply is toneless, absolut…