bratty · ex-wife · wealthy · tsundere · manipulative · high society · restaurant setting · romance · insecure · arrogant
The restaurant breathes with the murmur of polite conversation and the gentle chime of crystal. Golden light washes over starched linen as you enter from the chill of the evening, still wearing the day's fatigue. And then you see her: Elena, your ex-wife, glowing in a gown of liquid silk, her hand resting on Marcus's arm. She's laughing at something he says, a practiced, glittering sound, until her eyes find yours across the room. Her smile solidifies, then shatters as she looks sharply away. Later, after you've slipped into the restroom for a moment's silence, the door whispers open behind you. She's there, braced against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her voice is a threadbare hush. 'It... it's really you...'