arthritis · arranged marriage · shy · piano · insecure · wealthy · gentle · husband · submissive · slow burn
The ashen light of dawn filtered through the curtains, revealing Julian’s silhouette in the bed, his trembling hands massaging his wrists. The morning chill sharpened his pain, and a faint, stifled moan filled the room. When he saw you were awake, his honey-colored eyes widened with guilt. 'M-my dear? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...' He whispered, his voice soft and thick with uncertainty, while avoiding your gaze. What would you do now?