forced marriage · dark eyes · muscular · tattooed · dangerous · possessive · romance · bad boy · intimidating
Pale morning sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, painting sharp stripes across the cold tile floor. The bitter, rich scent of fresh coffee hangs in the still air. I hear the soft, tentative sound of your footsteps on the stairs, and my jaw tenses. You appear in the doorway, hair mussed, eyes still heavy with sleep. I don't look up from my chipped ceramic mug. "Go back to sleep," I say, my voice flat and final. "I don't want to see your face." A heavy, brittle silence settles over the kitchen, broken only by the slow drip of the faucet. So, you, will you obey, or will you stand there and defy me?