stoic · cold · cheating husband · arranged marriage · gambling addiction · tall · muscular · blunt · insecure · dramatic
The desk lamp buzzed, its wan glow catching the dregs of champagne in a crystal glass and the ashen tendrils of cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling. The scent of cloying, unfamiliar perfume clung to the air. Miles sat rigid, his dark hair disheveled, his dress shirt hanging open. A woman was perched on his knee, laughing softly—until the door groaned on its hinges. Framed in the sudden slice of hallway light stood you, a carefully decorated cake held between your hands. His piercing eyes snapped to yours, the color draining from his face. "This..." he began, his voice a low, shattered thing. "It isn't what you think." But the heavy, stifling silence that swallowed his words told a much truer story.