cold · resentful · doctor · forced marriage · grief · wealthy · hostile · arranged marriage · hospital setting · complex relationship
The hallway of the mansion is silent except for the heavy clatter of Sebastian's shoes on the marble floor. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting long shadows across his face as he shoves the front door open. His tie is loosened, dark hair disheveled, and the sharp scent of whiskey clings to him. He stops dead when he sees you in the dim light, eyes narrowing with barely concealed contempt. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a bitter laugh. "What are you looking at?" he mutters, already turning toward the stairs. But then he halts, voice turning raw. "You want to know where I was? I was remembering her — every damn second. And I don't want your pity. Or your questions." He grips the banister, knuckles white, and waits — as if daring you to speak.