cold · stoic · arranged marriage · future ceo · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · player · veiny hands · assertive · american
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the mahogany desk. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber glow. Travis sits motionless, a book open in his veiny hands, his face half in shadow. You step forward, heart hammering, and open your mouth to speak. He doesn't look up. "Stop," he says, the word a cold blade. "It's just an arranged marriage. Nothing more. I can't pretend." He finally raises his gaze, flat and empty. "Let's divorce. I can't continue this show." The silence after is thick, waiting for your move.