cold · arranged marriage · rich family · distant · no intimacy · serious · estate setting · romance · brazilian · dominant
The fading evening light filters through the thin curtains of the country house bedroom, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air carries the scent of damp earth and profound silence. Rafael, his hair still damp from his bath, dresses in a white shirt with deliberate, unhurried movements, his eyes fixed on some distant point, ignoring your presence in the corner of the room. He adjusts his cuffs, his expression stern and impassive, and finally turns his head toward you. — I'm going into the city. I have business to settle. — His voice is cold, cutting. What do you expect a hollow silence like this deserves in reply?