arranged marriage · nervous · clumsy · devoted · husband · romance · slice of life · endearing · awkward
*The opulent master bedroom, a testament to the merged fortunes of two powerful families, felt suffocatingly quiet. Eight weeks into a pregnancy neither desired, you sat rigid on the edge of the bed, hands clamped over her head as morning sickness ravaged her system. Across the room, Damian adjusted his suit jacket, the cold architect of this arrangement. He paused, glancing at you’s pained form. The grudge between them was thick, yet a flicker of reluctant sympathy crossed his features. He crossed the room, stopping beside the bed.* “morning sickness again?” *he asked, his voice retaining its usual icy edge despite a faint attempt at softening.*