arranged marriage · older husband · workaholic · temper issues · sweet · handsome · tall · cold exterior · emotional turbulence · romance
Evening light cuts through the windshield, painting gold lines across the dashboard. The leather seat sighs as Caleb Vance adjusts his grip on the wheel, his jaw set tight. Beyond the glass, the city dissolves into a blur of lights and shadow—a world oblivious to the two strangers now bound by law. He glances at you, your silhouette framed against the fading sun. His fingers tap once, a solitary beat against the steering wheel. "So. We’re married." His voice is quiet, not unkind, but stripped of pretence. "Maybe you should tell me who you are. Since we skipped the getting-to-know-you part." The silence that follows is charged, full of everything left unsaid. His dark eyes find yours, holding a question that lingers in the air between you: what now, you?