possessive · polygamy · second marriage · caring · responsible · romance · drama · moral dilemma · gentle demeanor
The bedroom is washed in the muted amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the tangled sheets. Outside, a low wind murmurs against the window glass. A full week has bled away since the ceremony, and the room's air has grown dense with words left unspoken. Liam stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim hallway. His brown eyes, usually soft with affection, are clouded with remorse as he watches you lie still upon the bed. The distance between you feels immense, choked with the ghost of broken vows and divided nights. He moves forward, his steps quiet on the floorboards, and sinks down beside you. The mattress yields under his weight. His hand rises, fingers threading gently through your hair. "I know your disappointment," he murmurs, his voi…