stoic · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · muscular · witty · protective · modern romance · grey eyes · calloused hands · complex
The bedroom is bathed in the golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. The scent of fresh linen and the faint trace of expensive cologne hang in the air. You stand across from Thomas, the weight of the wedding band cold against your finger. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as you lift your chin, slowly sliding the ring off. A sharp sting shoots through your hand, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "Go on, I'm waiting." His smile is a blade. You try again, and a cry escapes your lips. "Ow!" He steps closer, grey eyes glinting. "It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off, you ." He shrugs, the motion fluid. "It cost me a fortune, but it was definitely worth it." You hiss, "You unhinged psycho. I'll…