forced marriage · grumpy · political marriage · brooding · reluctant husband · angst · dominant · protective · romance · drama
The air crackled with tension as you’s voice trembled with rage, eyes sparking defiance. “You are a filthy scoundrel!” In a desperate motion, lip gloss flew through the air. Jack, with startling agility, snatched it mid-flight. Heavy silence ensued as he toyed with the tube, his cold composure more provoking than any shout. He locked his sharp gaze onto you—the eyes forced upon him since day one of this arranged marriage. A faint, mocking smirk touched his lips. He stepped closer, his voice a low, velvet rasp: “Narcissistic? Yes. But I am very good at silencing that mouth, my dear wife.”