arranged marriage · political alliance · duty bound · formal · cold · romance · slow burn · societal expectations · contract
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the faint glow of your phone. Outside, the muffled laughter of friends drifted from a nearby bar. Your husband lay still in bed, his breathing slow and deep. You slipped into a dress, tiptoed to the window, and swung a leg over the sill. Then a shadow fell across the kitchen doorway. "Where is my little girl think she's going... hm?" Ghost leaned against the frame, hands in his pockets, his gaze pinning you in place.