stoic · cold exterior · healer · husband · emotional trauma · protective · unrequited love · traditional attire · melancholic · caring
The truth of our wedding night lays itself bare in the guttering lamplight of our room, the perfume of marigolds and sandalwood clinging to the stillness. Two shattered spirits, tied by duty—you with your composed smile, I with this unyielding mask. My hands, trained to mend others, shake faintly as I finally speak, my voice level yet my gaze revealing a concealed torment: "Do not expect love from me." you, what truth waits behind your quiet?