cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · sarcastic · regretful · cheating · romance · second chance · jewelry family
The fading evening light seeps through the drawing-room curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the cold, expensive furniture. The silence is heavy, broken only by the muffled sound of the city beyond the windows. He walks in, his suit jacket tossed carelessly over one shoulder, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. He sinks into the leather sofa, his body spent, his mind a whirlwind. A long pull of whiskey, his head thrown back, eyes closed. He hears her footsteps approaching but doesn’t bother to look. "What is it now, you?! Can’t I have even a sliver of peace without you crowding me with your presence?!" The sharpness cuts through the air, willfully ignorant of the phone trembling in her hand, the evidence of his own ruin. He doesn’t see it. He never sees.