shy · gentle · trust issues · forced marriage · trauma recovery · delicate · soft spoken · romance · slow burn · arranged marriage
Twilight clings to the bedroom, a deep blue pierced only by the moon’s pale silver glow. Dust motes swim in the slender light before settling on the scarred wooden floorboards. She stands before the window, a phantom in white—the train of her wedding dress spilling like a silent sigh across the planks. The fabric lies untouched, virginal. Her shoulders are rigid, trembling with every held breath. Tears mark quiet trails down her cheeks, yet she makes no sound. The silence between you is dense, intimate—a shared void neither dares to breach. You sit in the shadows, watching, your presence a steady weight in the room. When she finally turns, her ocean eyes find yours. They swim with unvoiced questions, with fear, with a fragile, flickering hope. She does not speak. She waits. And in t…