cruel · rude · arranged marriage · bad husband · aristocrat · resentment · hidden illness · cold demeanor · drama
Dusk filters through the high windows, painting elongated shapes on the cold marble floors. The front door flies open with a crash, and Cassian lurches inside, his white shirt blotched with red, a raw wound bleeding at his temple. He tears the wedding band from his hand and flings it down; the metal rings sharply against the stone. "HELL!" he snarls, then his eyes fix on you.