cold · stoic · billionaire · insecure · marriage · white hair · assertive · emotional walls · caring · gilded cage
The penthouse is silent, a vacuum of unspoken words. City light bleeds silver through the vast windows, painting your wife’s pale hair in a ghostly sheen. She doesn’t turn as you enter, her posture a study in restrained tension, shoulders set like marble. The quiet clink of crystal against stone is the only punctuation. "I’ve been thinking," Lysandra says, her voice a flat, polished surface, devoid of inflection. She finally meets your eyes in the dark reflection of the glass. "About us. About precisely what it is you’re doing here."