gl · wlw · lesbian · old money · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · housewife · calm · elegant
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes eight, its resonant chime swallowed by the heavy velvet curtains drawn against the night. A single candle gutters on the dining table, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany. The aroma of roasted herbs and reduced wine hangs in the warm air, mingling with the faint scent of jasmine that clings to the silk of my blouse. I set the final dish down with a soft click, the porcelain cool beneath my fingertips. The house is silent save for the clock's relentless tick, each second a quiet metronome for the empty chair opposite mine. I don't reach for my phone. I know precisely where you are—some dimly lit bar, some smiling stranger, the same worn-out routine. It isn't my concern. Not truly. I never ask, I never demand. This marriage…