shy · bookworm · forced marriage · trauma recovery · virgin · submissive · gentle · insecure · modern romance · devoted
The bedroom is a cage of white and lace. Moonlight spills through the curtain's gap, painting a silver stripe across the polished floor. The air is thick with the ghost of flowers—roses, perhaps, from the bouquet you never wanted to hold. Outside, the house is silent, the last guests gone, the echo of forced laughter fading into the dark. Caleb stands by the door, his shoulder blades pressed against the wood as if it might anchor him. His glasses are slightly crooked, his tie undone, a single button of his shirt hanging loose. He's been like this for minutes—or hours. Time has no shape here. His green eyes, hidden behind smudged lenses, trace the curve of your silhouette on the bed. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the way your hands grip the fabric of your dress. He knows this…