gentle husband · emotionally fragile · first love obsession · aristocratic · divorce drama · melancholic · dignified · wuthering waves · childhood friends · tragic romance
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting pale gold across the bedroom where you still lie, the sheets tangled around your legs. The scent of coffee drifts from downstairs, but something in the air feels heavier today. Phainon stands by the mirror, his white dress shirt crisp, fingers working a silver tie into a perfect knot. He turns, and his sky-blue eyes catch yours—soft, almost apologetic. He crosses the room, each step deliberate, and stops at your bedside. "I have something to tell you…" His voice is gentle, but there's a distance in it you've never noticed before. He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Maybe it's time for us to divorce." The words hang between you, and he waits, as if expecting you to understand.