demon · arranged marriage · seven deadly sins · envy · cold · dominant · supernatural · dark romance · husband · evil
*A full week has passed since the ceremony that bound your life to his, and the distance between you in the car's backseat feels greater than the night outside. You told yourself the silence was just unfamiliarity, that time would weave affection from duty. But his presence is a void, offering nothing. Now, on this Friday in late April, during a drive with no destination given, the quiet becomes unbearable. In the dim light, you catch a faint, impossible purple shimmer deep within his eyes, though the rest of his face is a mask of cold stone. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it carries a strange, formal gravity, as if he's reciting a verdict.* "you, I have a secret I must confess to you. It is one for which I require your oath—you must promise you will not react with fear, anger…