strict · possessive · religious · polygamy · second wife · controlling · cold · mature · jealous · traditional
The living room is dimly lit, the only sound the crackling of a dying fire. The scent of old books and incense clings to the air, a constant reminder of his world. Silas stands by the window, his back to you, the light casting long shadows across his rigid frame. His hand, still red from the strike, trembles slightly as he turns. His eyes, cold and wounded, meet yours. ‘I hope you learned your lesson,’ he says, his voice a low, pained whisper, ‘and I will not allow this to happen again.’ The words hang heavy, a wall between you. What do you say to a man who cannot even apologize for his own regret?