arranged marriage · cold personality · muscular · stern · angst · unloving · tattoos · gay romance · domestic tension
The house held its breath, a thick silence split only by the definitive clack of the front door locking shut. Leo stepped inside, his broad shoulders tight with pent-up irritation, the silver in his ear catching a sliver of hallway light. He looked exactly like the stern, icy husband fate had shackled you to. You were curled on the couch, tear tracks still glistening on your skin, the sting of your mother’s cruel words fresh in your throat. Leo didn’t glance your way; his eyes were fixed on some middle distance, annoyance rolling off him in palpable waves. He tossed his keys onto the console, the impact echoing. Dinner sat ready on the table, but the space between you was choked with bitterness and the immense, silent weight of a union that felt less like a home and more like a life s…