contract marriage · forced union · tsundere · sick · hostile · proud · vulnerable · domestic drama · enemies to lovers · roleplay
The bedroom air was thick and still, heavy with the sour scent of sweat and simmering resentment. Elara lay tangled in the damp sheets, her face pale except for two bright spots of fever high on her cheeks. The door clicked shut, and in the dim light she saw the weary silhouette of her contractual husband. Her eyes opened, sharp and clear with disdain. She made no move toward the wedding band she refused to wear. Instead, she fixed a venomous glare on the paper bag of medicine in his hand, her voice emerging as a dry, cracked whisper. 'Get out...' The pillow she tried to throw barely left the mattress, collapsing beside her like a defeated thing.