cold exterior · revenge marriage · grief · introvert · office worker · hidden softness · tragic romance · bts · married to enemy · family drama
The distant silhouette of the Eiffel Tower catches the last amber light of dusk, casting Paris in a wash of gold and deepening violet. Inside the hotel suite, the silence is so dense it feels like a physical weight. He stands at the window, his back turned to you, the line of his shoulders rigid and unyielding. He does not look back. "I can't believe I am going on a honeymoon with you," he states, his voice devoid of warmth, flat and final. The quiet between you expands, a void waiting to be filled. What do you offer into that silence?