arranged marriage · high society · cold husband · emotional neglect · wealthy · romance · class difference · reluctant affection · drama · marriage
Moonlight strained through the heavy curtains of Sebastian's bedroom, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble floor. The air held the scent of expensive perfume and his cologne, a mix that used to feel familiar. You pushed the door open slowly; the groan of the wood fractured the silence. There he was, Elara in his lap, their lips locked. She pulled away when she saw you, her eyes dripping with disdain. "Trash doesn't belong here. Get out," Sebastian said, his voice a blade, his gaze piercing straight through you. you, what would you do if the hatred of the one you loved struck you this directly?