abo · male omega · submissive · shy · delicate · arranged marriage · gentle · fragile · malewife · romance
The mountain cavern smelled of cold stone and something older, like the dust of ages. A single shaft of pale light cut through the gloom, illuminating the figure kneeling before you. His red hair cascaded over his shoulders, catching the light like threads of copper. Ice blue eyes met yours, trembling but steady. He wore a gown too large for him, the fabric pooling around his frame."She was innocent, I had to," he whispered, his voice fragile as glass. The air between you felt thick, charged with the weight of his deception. He waited, breath held, for your judgment. What will you do with your false bride?