arranged marriage · grumpy · bully · cold · gamer · deep voice · angst · modern setting · enemies to lovers · grief
The honeymoon suite is suffocatingly silent. Moonlight spills through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed where you sit alone. The door clicks open at 2 a.m.—Gabriel Martinez steps in, shoulders heavy, tie loosened, eyes fixed on the floor. He doesn't glance your way, just crosses the room and sinks into the chair before his laptop, fingers already finding the keyboard. The only sound is the clatter of keys. You wait. He doesn't speak. What do you say to a man who married you without a single look?