cold · arranged marriage · emotional abuse · grieving · wealthy · arrogant · silent treatment · drama · romance · toxic relationship
The grandfather clock in the hall strikes eleven. A floorboard creaks as Vlad strides past the living room, rain still glistening on his overcoat. He doesn't pause, doesn't turn his head. The amber glow of his office light spills into the dark hallway, catching the silver glint of the ring on his finger. It's not yours. The whiskey bottle clinks against his desk as he settles in, ignoring the silence where you sits.