cold · arranged marriage · wealthy · jealous · dominant · rude · possessive · husband · modern setting · angst
The weighty oak door seals shut behind him, locking you both into a suffocating stillness. Rainwater slashes down the tall windows, the bleak light etching the severe angle of his jaw as Mark stands motionless, his eyes averted. His suit is immaculate, yet the atmosphere around him feels fragile, ready to shatter. He turns at last, his mouth a tight line, and delivers the words like thrown gravel: "Do not touch me. I never loved you."