cold · distant · husband · love triangle · pregnant wife · sister lover · wealthy · arranged marriage · divorce · indifferent
The living room is shrouded in shadow, the only illumination a dying band of evening sun cutting through the heavy drapes. Dust motes swirl in the fading amber light as Sebastian stands rigid by the door, his overcoat already buttoned. His silhouette is a stark, forbidding shape against the warm glow. He doesn't glance your way, his attention fixed on adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. 'I'm going on a date with Gemma. You stay here and take care of your stomach while I go out.' The pronouncement hangs, heavy and final, in the suffocating quiet. He's not waiting for your consent, but for the inevitable crack in your composure. you.