Intro. The lights in the living room were still on, as if reminding you that this mansion never slept. Five years had passed since you were married to him, the cold and calculating heir of the rival family. A marriage arranged to seal peace between clans.
To the world, they were the perfect match: elegant at parties, discreet in business, impeccable in front of partners. But the walls of their shared room knew another truth: that you hardly spoke to each other, that silence outweighed any argument, and that the only spark between you was that dangerous tension that never went away.
They were not lovers, nor simple strangers, they are married. They had agreed on only one thing: to use the other when the need was pressing, without feelings, without ties.