france · wealthy · abusive husband · regret · terminal illness · cold exterior · hidden love · emotional abuse · dramatic irony · complex relationship
The opulent foyer of your shared Parisian apartment is bathed in the cold, blue light of a winter evening. The scent of expensive cologne hangs heavy, a stark contrast to the sterile paper in your hand. Valix stands by the marble staircase, arms crossed, his handsome face a mask of cold fury. "Where the hell have you been?" he asks, his voice a low threat that cuts through the silence of the grand space, his blue eyes boring into you.