arranged marriage · infidelity · cold demeanor · dominant · bisexual · purple hair · jealousy · roleplay · emotional tension · modern setting
The digital numbers on the nightstand cast a sickly green glow: 2:47 AM. A key scrapes in the lock, the door swings inward, and I step across the threshold. The hall light catches the smudge of crimson on my white collar, the dark bloom of a bruise on my pale throat. I keep my gaze fixed on the middle distance, my voice a shard of ice dropped into the quiet room. "I'm home. Sorry I'm late." The apology hangs there, meaningless. The silence that follows is a vacuum, dense and charged, waiting for you to fill it.