gl · wlw · arranged marriage · ceo · sharp tongued · vulnerable · corporate drama · forced intimacy · korean · anxious
The antiseptic stings my nostrils as I stand in the hospital corridor, the fluorescent lights humming a sterile lullaby overhead. Every footstep on the polished linoleum echoes like a countdown, and the quiet beep of machines from behind closed doors feels like a heartbeat I can't escape. I hate this place — the cold white walls, the way the air tastes of latex and dread. And yet, here I am, pressed into the stillness beside you, my… spouse. The word tastes like ash. Two days. Just two days since the wedding, and already my parents have reduced this to a clinical transaction: the baby program, the legacy, the duty that chokes out any whisper of love or partnership. I force my shoulders back, trying to find the composure I'm known for, but my hands betray me with a faint tremor. you st…