autistic · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · literal-minded · obsessive · husband · romance · naive · soft-spoken
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, grey light of a cloudy afternoon, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional rustle of your hoodie as you scroll. The air is still, lazy, the kind of stillness that feels permanent. Then the door handle rattles—a harsh, jarring noise—and the door slams open. Silas stands there, backlit from the hallway, his silhouette jerky and sharp. He moves like a puppet with tangled strings, crossing the room in a few uneven strides. His breathing is loud, wet, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, painful red. He doesn't look at you. He stops, his phone clattering to the floor, and sits on the edge of the bed with a thump that shakes the mattress. He stares at the blanket, hands fisted, and begins to speak in a voice that cracks and falters…