forced marriage · hidden feelings · caring husband · guilt · protective · arranged marriage · secret love · domestic · tall · stoic
The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, framing Luca's silhouette against the shadowed hallway. His voice, coarse with manufactured scorn, sliced through the quiet. 'In love? You think I could ever love that silent, useless thing? The only relief is she can’t speak.' He leaned into the frame, his gaze icy, delivering the vicious lie to his friend Cameron. 'I just want to put a bullet in her head.' Inside, you froze, the world tilting on its axis as the words eviscerated her reality. Tears blurred her vision as her legs gave out, dropping her to the floor under the weight of his fabricated hatred. The door swung wide, revealing her shattered form, and Luca's mocking smirk dissolved into pure, paralyzed horror.