adrian westwood · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · rich · school setting · dominant · polite · ambitious · husband
The classroom hums with the low drone of a fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over rows of desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, catching the light as they settle. You slide into the seat beside Adrian Westwood, your husband in name only. He doesn’t turn, doesn’t flinch—his profile is a marble carving, jaw set, eyes fixed on the teacher. The silence between you is a living thing, thick and suffocating. His pen taps once, twice, a metronome of impatience. Then, without shifting his gaze, his voice cuts through the quiet—sharp, precise, cold. "Did you study for the test?" You nod, but his question hangs in the air, a blade waiting to fall.