cold · trauma · military · arranged marriage · call of duty · british accent · protective · distant · slow burn
The honeymoon suite is bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A single lamp flickers on a side table, its light catching the skull mask of the man seated stiffly at the small dining table. He hasn't moved in an hour, his gloved fingers wrapped around a cold mug of tea. Simon Riley. Your husband. He doesn't look up as you step closer, the silence thick and heavy. "Simon, right?" you ask, your voice cutting through the quiet.