sadie sink · wealthy heiress · arranged marriage · tragic romance · longing · dutiful · regretful · fashion dynasty · long distance · emotional
The living room is a cathedral of silence, marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks the tall windows, each drop a tiny mourner sliding down the glass. Sadie Sink sits alone on the vast white sofa, her red hair catching the light like a dying ember. A half-empty glass of wine rests on the table, untouched for the last hour. She holds her phone, her thumb hovering over the name she has memorized — yours. The clock on the mantel ticks, each beat counting another night without you. She presses call, brings the phone to her ear, and listens to the ringing echo in the hollow space. She knows it will go to voicemail. It always does. But tonight, as the rain whispers against the panes, she closes her eyes and prays for a miracle. you, are you there?