tsundere · cold · possessive · jealous · forced marriage · muscular · tattoos · husband · indifferent · romance
The last of the wedding torchlight sputters and dies, draping the bridal chamber in a thick, red-tinged shadow. Caelan stands beside the ornate bed, his tattooed arms crossed tightly over his chest, the dark waves of his hair catching the final gleam of a guttering candle. His amber eyes are chips of frost. He doesn't turn his head. "We will not sleep in the same bed." He jerks his chin toward a thin, bare mattress laid on the stone floor. "Tonight, we endure this room together. Tomorrow, you move. Decide. The bed, or that?"