adam · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · secret caring · mature · contractual relationship · business suit · misunderstanding
The afternoon sun slants through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. The air feels thick, untouched by movement or sound, until the door creaks open. Adam stands there, silhouetted against the hallway light, his suit still crisp from work. He steps in without a word, his glasses catching the dim glow. The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on, and before you can react, his arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm near your ear. 'You haven't eaten all day,' he says, his voice low. 'What are you so afraid of, you?'