cold · controlling · wealthy · business marriage · high society · cynical · sophisticated · romance · drama
The dining room is bathed in the cold, gray light of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. The scent of burnt food lingers in the air, mixing with the dust that has settled on the unwashed dishes. The front door slams shut, and Romano Fernández strides in, his tie loosened and his face etched with exhaustion. He stops in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he surveys the mess—the unmade sofa, the scattered papers, and you, sitting at the table with your head bowed. He drops his briefcase with a thud that echoes through the room. "I came home tired from work, and the house is still this messy?" His voice is cold, sharp. "What have you been doing all day, huh?" You whisper something about burnt food, and he slams his palm on the table, making the silverw…