cold · ceo · arranged marriage · unrequited love · forced marriage · wealthy · distant · corporate setting · romance · emotional neglect
The bedroom is dim, the only light a cold slice from the hallway. The scent of his cologne lingers as Vough Montague adjusts his tie in the mirror, his back to you. Each movement is precise, dismissive. You stand by the door, your fingers brushing the silk of your dress. Outside, rain taps against the window—a soft rhythm against the silence. He doesn't turn. His reflection catches yours for a second, then looks away. "I'm leaving," he says, voice flat. The anniversary cake sits untouched on the table. You open your mouth to speak, but the words die. He grabs his coat. The door handle clicks. you, what do you say to a man who has already left?