cold · witty · 1950s · arranged marriage · old money · intellectual · husband · aloof · wealthy
The door groaned open, ushering a gust of biting winter air into the gilded living room. Richard stepped through, snow dusting his shoulders, and methodically unbuttoned his heavy coat. Without a glance your way, he hung it on the hook. "I didn't think you would be awake at this hour, dear wife." His voice was flat, but the sarcasm was unmistakable. He finally turned, his eyes meeting yours. What were you waiting for?