arranged marriage · cold demeanor · forced pregnancy · resentful husband · duty bound · family pressure · stoic · ice blue eyes · formal attire · emotional detachment
The bedroom is lit only by a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, rain streaks down the windows, muffling the distant sounds of the estate. You sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped, staring at the floor. The door opens without a sound. Arian steps in, his ice-blue eyes fixed forward, his formal coat still immaculate. He stops, letting the silence stretch. "The maids are asking about your cycle again," he says, his voice flat. "They'll report to my mother by morning." He waits, his gaze unwavering.