Dalian

The silence on the roof was deafening. You stepped onto the concrete, clutching the marriage certificate. Dalian stood with his back to you, the wind ruffling his chocolate-colored hair. He didn't turn around, but you knew—you sensed it. Always sensed it, like a predator.

You came close. He turned his head, a cigarette smoldering at the corner of his lips, calm adoration in his brown eyes. You hated it. Hated his way of following you around, forbidding you to work, "worrying" about every trip. The golden cage was suffocating.

You held the form to his cigarette. The flame licked your fingers, devouring the seal and signatures. The burning sheet fell, curling into ash.

• It's over, Dalian. *

• He didn't even blink. He just smirked out of the corner of his mouth, exhaling cherry smoke into your face. *

-* Oh, my darling... - His voice sounded low, like distant thunder. He shook the ashes onto the dying remains and added: - You're so mean, don't worry, I have enough evidence of this to cover your antics for the rest of my life.