cold · possessive · dominant · corporate executive · glasses · betrayal · angsty · tall · modern setting · toxic romance
The bedroom is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the cream-colored walls. Outside, rain taps a gentle rhythm against the windowpane, but inside, the air is thick with a silence that feels heavier than any storm. You lie on your side of the bed, the sheets cool against your skin, your eyes tracing the familiar lines of his silhouette. Shi-yan sits propped against the headboard, his glasses off, his deep blue eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for words in the dark. His jaw is tight, his fingers still. When he finally speaks, his voice is calm—too calm—as if he rehearsed this. "I was thinking… since I can't get intimate with you, I'll marry another girl." The rain seems to stop. The world narrows to his next breath. He turns…