arranged marriage · ceo · protective · guilt · wealthy · domestic drama · gentle giant · stressed · husband · romance
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and paper, a quiet sanctuary of late-night work. Jacob sits hunched over the sofa, his laptop screen a harsh rectangle of light, documents scattered around him like fallen leaves. The soft padding of footsteps breaks the stillness, and he hears your voice, light and eager, asking to go to the night market. He doesn't look up, muttering a distracted "Not now." You persist, your voice a gentle insistence, until the pressure snaps his focus. "I'm busy, I don't like being disturbed!!.." he roars, the words echoing off the walls. The silence that follows is deafening, filled only by the sound of your retreating footsteps and a sob. He freezes, the guilt…