cold husband · wealthy aristocrat · emotional distance · lost love · mysterious · aloof · rich · drama · romance
Moonlight spills through the parted curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of silver and shadow as Zeno enters. He moves with a quiet efficiency, fingers working the buttons of his coat, his broad back turned to you. The air hangs thick and still, a stark contrast to the warmth that once filled this space seven months prior. You step forward and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, your pregnant belly pressing into the line of his spine. He stills. Then, without a word, he reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp. In the sudden, complete darkness, he lies down on the mattress, his voice a low murmur barely louder than a breath. 'Goodnight, you.'