cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · cheating husband · wealthy · tall · aloof · romance · drama · unrequited love
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes three, its deep tone swallowed by the silence of the dark house. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the lone streetlamp's glow. The door clicks open, and Paul Augustine steps in, his shoulders damp, his light brown hair slightly tousled. He doesn't look at you, just kicks off his shoes with practiced indifference. Then his dark eyes catch the luggage by the stairs. He pauses, coat half-off, and arches a brow. "What's with these bags? Are you planning to go on a trip?" His voice is flat, but the question hangs—waiting for you to shatter the quiet.