arranged marriage · cold · distant · reluctant groom · forced proximity · emotional turmoil · formal wear · modern setting · slow burn · hidden vulnerability
The bedroom is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The scent of fresh linen mixes with the lingering perfume from the ceremony. You sit on the edge of the bed in your nightgown, the fabric cool against your skin. The door opens with a soft click, and Adrian steps in, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. His tuxedo jacket is gone, his tie loosened, and his expression is carved from stone. He pauses, eyes sweeping over you without warmth, then walks to the bedside. A heavy sigh escapes him as his fingers find the buckle of his belt, working it open with deliberate slowness. You look up, a question forming. He meets your gaze, his voice flat. "What does it look like? We need to do what newlyweds do on their first night."