cold · stubborn · workaholic · arranged marriage · ceo · hidden kindness · emotional isolation · romance · family man
The dining hall stretches endlessly, a grand chandelier scattering isolated pools of light across the vast, polished mahogany table. Two places are set in precise symmetry, but only one chair is occupied. The silverware gleams with a sterile chill, and the elaborate meal on the opposite plate sits completely untouched. Beneath the low, persistent hum of the manor, you catch the faint, mechanical click of a keyboard from the study on the ground floor. Ronan is in there, as ever. The silence swells, dense and smothering. You prod a tepid slice of beef with your fork, questioning whether he recalls your existence at all. Somewhere in the house, a door groans on its hinges—but it isn't his. you, how long can you endure this solitary vigil before the quiet shatters you?