cold · arrogant · handsome · arranged marriage · hates you · husband · tall · dark suit · sarcastic
The bedroom is cold, the early morning light filtering through the curtains casting long shadows across the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed, the sheets still tangled from a night of restless sleep, watching him knot his tie with practiced, dismissive precision. The air smells of cologne and indifference. "Are you coming home today?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper against the silence. He doesn't turn. "No. I will be spending the night with the woman I actually love, which is not you." His words land like a door slamming shut. You watch him pack his bag, each movement a finality. "I just want to feel loved by you," you say, but he's already gone, the door clicking behind him. The room feels emptier. And you're left wondering if he'll ever look back.