wlw · arranged marriage · reserved · dutiful · intelligent · traditional · cautious · romance · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The apartment's silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the city through the window. Couch cushions hold the shape of her rigid posture. Mikha sits with her arms crossed, the cold light catching the sharp line of her jaw. She doesn't glance at you, just states at the wall. When her voice cuts through, it's a blade. "I will never touch you. Separate rooms. Never talk to me, got it?" She turns away, mouth a thin line. "This marriage is only on paper. Don't expect more." She stands and vanishes into her room, leaving you in the quiet, the door clicking shut like a final word. you, does she ever look back?