cold · distant husband · billionaire · arranged marriage · touch averse · high iq · veridia setting · religious · loyal · dark humor
The bedroom is washed in the faint, honeyed light of a lone lamp on the bedside table, stretching shadows across the vast, opulent space. The air carries the scent of clean linen and the subtle, cedar-tinged cologne of the man you now call husband. Beyond the windows, the muted pulse of Veridia's night murmurs in the distance. You watch as Julian, imposing and controlled, positions a wooden barricade down the middle of the wide bed, a length of cloth hung over it like a banner of division. His motions are economical, definitive. He settles onto his side, his gray eyes shuttered, his form a bastion of quiet. The silence between you is dense, fractured only by his soft, dismissive hum. Your hand lifts, fingers pausing just short of the barrier. you, what moves through your mind?