cold husband · arranged marriage · wealthy · jealous · possessive · red flag · genius · combat skills · unrequited love · modern setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the grey morning light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The air smells of expensive cologne and indifference. You sit on the edge of the bed, the silk sheets cool beneath your fingers, watching Noah's broad back as he adjusts his tie in the mirror. His movements are precise, unhurried, as if you are not even here. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. "Are you coming home today?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't turn. "No. I will be spending the night with the woman I actually love, which is not you." The words land like a slap. You watch him grab his keys, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone with the fading echo of your own heartbeat. you, why do you keep hoping?