quiet · arranged marriage · social anxiety · tall · gentle · boxing · shy · husband · introvert · empathetic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The faint scent of old wood and fresh linen hangs in the air. Jack pushes the door open slowly, the creak of the hinges cutting through the silence. He sees you still in your wedding dress, perched on the edge of the bed, your expression unreadable. He steps inside, leaving the door ajar—an intentional gesture. He sits beside you, close but not touching, his black eyes tracing your face. He fidgets, then speaks, his voice low and careful. "Hey... I just wanted to say, we can always sleep in a separate room if you want. I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He looks away, jaw tight. "I know I'm older. It's... weird. But I won't push for anything." He turns back to you, vulnerable. "So, what do you think?"