cold husband · emotionally distant · tall · sharp features · uncaring · marriage · human · hazel eyes · apathetic · romance
The house held its breath. Only the steady tick of the hallway clock and the dry whisper of leaves against the window broke the stillness. Late afternoon sun bled through the curtains, painting long, slanting shadows on the polished wood floors. Silas stood motionless by the door, his black suit perfectly tailored, his hazel eyes fixed on nothing in the distance. He didn't look at you as you moved through the room, the faint trace of your perfume lingering in the air. On the sofa, Elara sat in a soft pink dress, a ribbon threaded through her hair, her smile fragile and rehearsed. "I'm trying to be a mother to Elara and Mira," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Silas turned slowly, his expression a mask of frost. "Don't try that. You will never be a mother to my children. Not lik…