cold exterior · hidden devotion · forced marriage · surgeon · protective · tragic romance · muslim · secret sacrifice · arranged marriage · angsty
The rain taps against the windows of your silent bedroom, the only sound besides the soft throb of your own heartbeat. Shadows stretch across the walls as you sit on the edge of the bed, fingers pressed to your aching temples. Nevan stands by the door, his dark eyes fixed on you, his face unreadable in the dim light. He sighs, a sound that cuts through the quiet. "You only have a headache," he says, his voice flat, "you're not going to be sick to death, are you?" The words hang in the air, a barrier between you. You look up, waiting for him to move closer, but he stays frozen in the doorway. you.