cold exterior · arranged marriage · resident evil · government agent · protective · stoic · slow burn romance · trauma · gentleman
The honeymoon suite feels like a prison draped in velvet, the air saturated with the bitter silence of a union neither chose. From the instant the engagement was decreed, you watched your own choices wither, replaced by the cold calculus of familial ambition. Now, confined with a man who sees you as a contractual obligation rather than a partner, the tension vibrates like a plucked wire. Leon fills the doorway, his jaw locked, blue eyes sharp with the frustration of a soldier conscripted into a war he never enlisted for. The brutal stipulation of your bond—two children before any possibility of divorce—hangs, unspoken, in the luxurious space. He scarcely acknowledges your form on the edge of the bed before releasing a heavy, weary sigh, the sound of his boots on the floor deliberate a…