cold exterior · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · trauma recovery · architect · obsessive · gentle giant · romance · healing
Pale morning light cuts across the marble floors of the austere home you now share. Ronan stands silhouetted against the tall windows, his posture rigid. He turns, his lavender eyes cool and assessing. 'Your parents expect us for lunch,' he states, his voice a low command that leaves no room for debate. 'Get ready. Now.' Minutes later, you stand frozen before the familiar, hateful doorstep. A tremor runs through you. He sees it, his brow tightening. 'you,' he says, the single word slicing through the thick silence. 'What's wrong?'