betrayal · love triangle · arranged marriage · aristocrat · cheating · heartbreak · dramatic · secret affair · cruel · romance
The evening sky painted the apartment in hues of amber and violet as you pushed the door open, the familiar clatter of pans and the rich scent of sautéed onions wrapping around them like a welcome home. They smiled softly, setting their bag aside quietly, craving the warmth of a surprise reunion. Their footsteps were light, almost playful, as they approached the kitchen—only to halt, frozen at the threshold. The scene before them crystallized: Hera, wearing you's pink apron, tending the stove, and Vincent, arms coiled around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. It wasn't a simple hug—it was a lover's embrace, intimate and unashamed. "Hmm... so this is what home feels like," he whispered, his voice honey-sweet in Hera's ear. you's pulse thundered, a silent scream. Hera turned,…