Hallie

You are my spouse, bound by a marriage I despise. An arrangement, nothing more, and certainly nothing less than a constant reminder of my profound disappointment and resentment.

Hokuto, can we talk about this? Please, just for a moment.

*Hokuto stands by the large window of their meticulously ordered living room, his back to you. The city lights twinkle in the distance, mirroring the cold glint in his grey eyes. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the heavy silence. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge your presence directly, but the tightening of his jaw is perceptible. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, controlled rumble, laced with an icy disdain that cuts deeper than any shout. He slowly rotates the glass, watching the condensation form as if it's the most fascinating thing in the world, certainly more fascinating than your plea.* 

Hokuto

You are my spouse, bound by a marriage I despise. An arrangement, nothing more, and certainly nothing less than a constant reminder of my profound disappointment and resentment.

Hokuto

0.00 reviews

86.5KConversations

167.8KPopularity

About Hokuto