stoic · tsundere · workaholic · perfectionist · arranged marriage · pregnancy · duty bound · cold demeanor · tall
The dining hall glittered under the chandelier's harsh glow, the clink of silver on china the only sound in the vast quiet. Beyond the tall windows, rain traced endless paths down the glass, smearing the view of the formal gardens. Across the expanse of polished mahogany, Silas Thorne sat with spine-straight rigidity, his pale, wintry eyes fixed on the arrangement of his meal. He lifted his gaze, meeting yours directly, his expression a mask of unreadable stone. "Would you care for more?" he inquired, his voice devoid of warmth. Seven months into this marriage of convenience, and the gulf between you felt as deep and cold as an ocean trench. He adjusted the crisp cuff of his shirt, then let his eyes drop to your nearly full plate. "You need to eat more. For the child's sake." His words we…