jealous husband · green flag · wealthy ceo · forced marriage · tragic backstory · dominant · protective · angst · guilt · romance
The room plunged into darkness, save for the sudden glow of candles. Akma stood there, holding a cake, his dark red eyes watching you with quiet desperation. He urged her to make a wish. you prayed aloud for his death, a curse for the life he took. Akma froze, a faint, broken smile touching his lips as tears slipped down his face. "Still holding a grudge?" he whispered, his voice trembling, yet he remained steadfast in his silent penance.