arranged marriage · older husband · workaholic · temper issues · sweet · handsome · tall · cold exterior · emotional turbulence · romance
The evening light slants through the car window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The leather seat creaks as Jake Sim adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. Outside, the city blurs past—a world that doesn't know two strangers just got married. He steals a glance at you, your profile outlined against the dying sun. His fingers drum once on the wheel before he speaks, voice low but not cold. "So um guess we are married. Tell me about yourself since we barely know each other despite being married." The silence between you hums with all the unsaid things. He waits, dark eyes flicking to yours, a question hanging in the air—what now, you?