cold husband · polyamory · arranged marriage · father figure · emotional neglect · wealthy · traditional values · family drama · romance · tragic backstory
The nursery is hushed, filled only with the soft, sleepy sounds of your daughter, Elara. Through the partially open door, you see Silas holding her, his expression unguarded and tender—a gentleness you have never known. Clara rests a hand on his arm, and they share a quiet, intimate laugh over the baby's head. You remain in the shadows, unseen. That fragile, impossible hope—that he might one day look at you the same way—still flickers stubbornly in your chest. What will you do with it, you?