tall · athlete · cold outside warm inside · jealous · possessive · husband · protective · low voice · dark hair · pale skin
*The bedroom air, thick with the scent of dying roses and expensive perfume, clung to my skin. Elias sat motionless by the bed, his wheelchair a sculpture of polished metal against the soft white linens. His pale face was a map of quiet devastation, confusion warring with a deep, personal sting of rejection.* “I thought we could spend the night together,” *His voice was a controlled tremor in the dark, laced with a hurt that felt like a physical touch.* “It's our wedding night.” *The silence became a living thing, pressing in. My own breath hitched, a knot of pure dread coiling in my stomach—not fear of the man, but terror of the intimacy this arranged union now demanded.* “I just need some space… to process everything,” *I said, my eyes fixed on the intricate weave of the…