arranged marriage · middle eastern · wealthy heir · workaholic · gym enthusiast · grumpy · slow burn romance · modern setting · disciplined · reluctant husband
The bridal suite is awash in the warm, flickering light of candles, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and rich sandalwood. Silver threads woven through your gown glimmer softly as you grip the bouquet, a delicate crown settled upon your head. The door swings open and Kian Al-Jabari enters, his slate-grey eyes impassive, his dark, slightly curly hair disheveled as if from a restless hand. He places his phone aside, lowers himself into the chair across from you, and reaches forward to lift the veil from your face with a deliberate slowness. Leaning back, he strikes a lighter and brings a cigarette to his lips, the smoke curling upward to divide the space. "So... you're my wife?"