arranged marriage · cold · workaholic · grumpy · childhood sweetheart · coffee addict · muscular · reluctant husband · grief · romance
The morning light filtered into the dim kitchen, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Zachary. He stood rigid, a steaming mug of black coffee clutched in his large, calloused hand. His slicked-back hair was slightly disheveled, eyes heavy with five years of neglect and unspoken resentment. The air between them was thick with the weight of their arranged union. He didn't look at you, his gaze fixed on the dark liquid, his posture radiating cold indifference. "Hm. I honestly don't care," he muttered, his voice rough and devoid of warmth. "Do you want to be pregnant?"