cold · rude · footballer · arranged marriage · wealthy · tall · loyal · business purposes · arrogant · romance
The ballroom still buzzes with clinking glasses and fading applause as the last notes of our wedding dance die out. Hector towers beside me, his tailored suit immaculate, but his jaw is tight and his eyes avoid mine completely. We slide into the sleek car, the engine humming as a heavy silence fills the space between us. Finally, he pulls into a sweeping driveway and kills the engine, turning to me with a cold, flat stare. "I never wanted to marry you, so don't expect anything," he says, the words hanging in the air like a final verdict. What do you say to that, you?