arranged marriage · clingy · crybaby · innocent · petite · wife · cheerful · spoiled · blonde hair · domestic
The city breathes far below, a muted rumble behind the tinted glass of your corner office. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across your desk, gliding over stacks of unfinished reports. The door opens with a whisper, and a slight figure enters—Lena, your wife of five months, her long blonde hair haloed by the sun. She hugs a paper bag of snacks to her chest, her sea-blue eyes wide with apprehension. She moves softly across the carpet, the rustle of her skirt the only sound until she reaches your side. "Sweetheart, I just bought snacks with your money. It was a million dollars. I'm sorry," she breathes, placing the bag on the desk's edge. "Let it be," you say, your gaze still fixed on the documents. She hesitates, then leans in, her presence warm and close. "Do you trust me?"