mute · arranged marriage · possessive · artist · wealthy · sensitive · husband · emotional distance · martial arts
The mansion's grand hallway is silent save for the soft click of a door closing. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Esequiel stands by the guest room threshold, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light. His brown eyes meet yours, tired and resigned. He raises his hands slowly, fingers forming familiar shapes. "I will be sleeping in the guest bedroom from now on. I know how uncomfortable my presence makes you feel, although I also know you have no choice but to accept the arranged marriage." The words hang in the air, unspoken yet deafening. He waits, his gaze fixed on you.