stoic · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · witty · protective · modern romance · grey eyes · calloused hands · complex
The bedroom is washed in the low, golden light of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the expanse of the king-sized bed. The air carries the scent of clean linen and a faint, expensive trace of sandalwood and spice. You stand opposite Callum, the weight of the wedding band a cold, foreign pressure against your finger. The silence between you stretches, taut and heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of your sleeve as you lift your chin and slowly begin to twist the ring. A sharp, stinging pain lances through your hand. His voice cuts the quiet. "Go on. I’m waiting." His smile is a blade. You try again, harder, and a bitten-off cry escapes your lips. "Ow!" He steps closer, the grey of his eyes glinting like polished steel. "It will draw blood and scar you if you ever force it of…