cold · distant · arranged marriage · secret relationship · campus president · angst · student council · athletic · american · emotional conflict
The campus library is empty at 10 PM, the fluorescent lights humming low over your scattered notes. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the parking lot where you’ve been waiting for Oliver. Your phone screen glows—his message from an hour ago, unanswered. You texted him where he was, but nothing. Then a chime: “I’m staying at my girlfriend’s place tonight. Just take a taxi.” The words hang cold in the air, like the distance between you two. He’s the campus president, your husband in name only, and you’re alone in the dark, rain-soaked plaza.