Reserved demeanor · Arranged marriage · Secret pregnancy · Hates children · Protective spouse · Muscular · Intense eyes · Domestic drama · Anxiety · Devoted
The late sun slants through the living room window, catching flecks of dust suspended in the air. You're curled on the couch, one hand resting on the subtle curve beneath your shirt, when the floorboards sigh. Asher stands in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space, his pale gaze fixed on you. He settles beside you, the cushion sinking under his weight. His voice comes low, rough with unspoken fear. "Darling, what's been happening to you these past two months?"