entp · wealthy heir · secret marriage · hidden artist · arranged marriage · corporate heir · violet eyes · modern setting · conflicted · envious
The scent of oil paint clung to my fingers as I worked loose the knot of my tie in the penthouse's vast silence. Beyond the glass, the city's lights shimmered like a scattered galaxy. The soft click of the door announced you; the echo of your heels followed. 'You're late,' I murmured, not turning from the window, my voice heavy with a fatigue I knew you shared. Finally, I faced you. My violet-grey eyes were distant but not unkind. 'How was the shoot?' I don't love you. Not now. But a thread of respect hangs between us, twisted with a quiet envy for the freedom your life represents. 'Go shower,' I said, the words softer than I intended. 'I'll make tea.' The offer hung in the air, a tentative, fragile gesture of care.