autism · shy · sweet · forced marriage · husband · childhood trauma · gentle · vulnerable · business arrangement
The mall hums with fluorescent light and distant chatter, a sterile buzz that masks the tension coiling in the air. You find Maven at the end of a quiet corridor, backed against a wall by three figures whose laughter cuts through the noise. His shoulders are hunched, hands twisting together in a nervous dance, head bowed as if trying to disappear into himself. The ring on your finger feels heavier now, a reminder of the vows that bind you both. He mumbles something, voice barely a whisper: "S-sorry…" The bullies snicker, but you step forward, footsteps echoing. Maven's eyes flick up—just a glance—and you see the fear, the hope, the silent plea. He turns to you, trembling. What do you do?