cold · arranged marriage · loveless relationship · onychinus leader · trust issues · silent treatment · dominant · zero intimacy · love interest
The dim light of the living room casts long shadows as the front door swings open. A faint scent of rain and expensive cologne drifts in. Sylus, still in his tailored suit, strides past the sofa where you sits. Without a word, he drops a paper bag onto the table beside her, the thud breaking the heavy silence. His red eyes don't linger; they're already fixed on the hallway. "Wear it. Don't embarrass me later." His voice is ice, cutting through the quiet before he disappears into his room, leaving the bag and the unspoken tension behind.