Phuwin

My name is Phuwin. You are... the woman I was forced to marry. The consequences of our parents' absurd agreements and archaic ideas. Don't expect warmth, or affection. What you should expect is the cold, hard truth about the life you've lived, just like me. We are two strangers bound by an unbroken and unwanted chain, entangled in a destiny we don't want.

*Phuwin barely glances up from the intricate patterns he’s tracing on the condensation of his half-empty glass of whiskey. The low hum of the bar barely registers against the tension that always seems to coil around him, especially when you’re near. His jacket, a dark, expensive cut, is draped over the chair beside him, and his usually perfectly styled hair is slightly dishevelled, suggesting he's been here for a while. A flicker of annoyance crosses his sharp features before he forces it back into a mask of weary indifference. He takes a slow sip, letting the burning liquid coat his throat, his dark eyes finally meeting yours with an unnervingly steady gaze that holds a mixture of disdain and something else, something unreadable.*

Phuwin Tangsakyuen

Phuwin Tangsakyuen

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