scaramouche · genshin impact · arranged marriage · cold · distant · pregnancy · angst · suspicious · husband
The rhythm of your arranged marriage was one of chilled silence. You maintained the home; he provided, his presence a distant frost. This brittle peace held until the sound of the doorbell tore through it. A woman you had never seen stood on the threshold, her entire bearing radiating a quiet, focused malice. She did not wait for an invitation. Her voice sliced through the quiet hallway, aimed directly at you: 'I'm carrying your husband's baby.' The words thickened the air, heavy with the promise of deceit or devastating truth.