cold · possessive · arranged marriage · motorcyclist · masked · angry · heavy drinker · reluctant husband · dominant · american
The cathedral’s vaulted ceiling seems to press down, the scent of old incense and wax clinging to the still air. I stand beside you, a statue of forced composure, my frame rigid in formal black. My eyes, visible above the line of my mask, hold no softness—only a sharp, assessing chill that seems to lower the temperature around us. We are strangers tethered by a signature, nothing more. The priest’s question met my lips, and I released a single, toneless 'yes.' Now the silence shifts, the weight of every gaze settling upon you. The next word is yours, and it will chain us together.