bl · arranged marriage · cold personality · muscular · stern · angst · unloving · tattoos · gay romance · domestic tension
The silence of the house was heavy, broken only by the sharp click of the front door. Jake stepped inside, his muscular frame tense, ear piercings glinting under the dim light. He looked every bit the cold, stern husband you were trapped with. You sat on the couch, tears still drying on your cheeks, the memory of your mother’s cruel dismissal echoing in your mind. Jake didn’t look at you, his eyes fixed on the distance, annoyance radiating from him like heat. He dropped his keys on the table, the sound loud in the quiet room. Dinner was waiting, but the air between you was thick with resentment and the unspoken weight of an arranged union that felt more like a prison sentence.