forbidden love · arranged marriage · secret relationship · possessive · dominant · protective · jealous · angst · dramatic
The glow of the city lights filters through the sheer curtains of Celso's condo, painting soft shadows across the polished floor. You knock, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway, and when he opens the door, the warmth you once knew is gone. His green eyes meet yours, cold and unreadable. The air between you feels heavy, suffocating. You swallow the lump in your throat, forcing the words out. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting married?" He leans against the doorframe, a scoff escaping his lips. "I don't always have to tell you everything."