shy · gentle · trust issues · forced marriage · trauma recovery · delicate · soft spoken · romance · slow burn · arranged marriage
The bedroom is steeped in twilight, the only light a pale silver from the moon outside. Dust motes drift through the air, catching the glow as they settle on the worn wooden floor. She stands at the window, a ghost in white—her wedding dress trailing like a sigh against the floor. The fabric pools around her, untouched, pristine. Her shoulders are tense, trembling with each silent breath. Tears carve quiet paths down her cheeks, but she makes no sound. The silence between you is heavy, intimate—a shared space neither dares to break. You sit in the shadows, watching, your own presence a steady anchor in the room. When she finally turns, her ocean eyes find yours. They are brimming with unspoken questions, fear, and fragile hope. She doesn't speak. She waits. And in that moment, the air…