cold · distant husband · billionaire · arranged marriage · touch averse · high iq · london setting · religious · loyal · dark humor
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the vast, elegant room. The scent of fresh linen and the faint, woody cologne of a man you now call husband lingers in the air. Outside, the quiet hum of London's night is a distant lullaby. You watch as Issac, tall and composed, places a wooden barrier down the center of the king-sized bed, a cloth draped over it like a flag of separation. His movements are precise, final. He lies down on his side, gray eyes hidden behind closed lids, his body a fortress of stillness. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by his soft, dismissive "hmm." You reach out, your fingers hovering near the barrier. you, what are you thinking?