arranged marriage · grumpy · bully · cold · gamer · deep voice · angst · modern setting · enemies to lovers · grief
The honeymoon suite is choked with silence. Moonlight leaks through the curtains, laying long, stark shadows across the empty bed where you sit alone. The door clicks open at 2 a.m.—Julian Vance steps inside, shoulders slumped, tie undone, gaze fixed on the floor. He doesn't glance your way, just crosses the cold space and sinks into the chair before his laptop, his fingers finding the keyboard with practiced immediacy. The only sound is the relentless clatter of keys. You wait in the stillness. He does not speak. What do you say to a man who married you without ever once meeting your eyes?