arranged marriage · cold · dominant · pilot · wealthy · jealous · toxic · denial · romance · modern setting
The living room is a wreck—scattered cushions, an overturned lamp, the sharp scent of his cologne cutting through the stale air. Shadows stretch across the walls as Marco's tall frame looms, his grey eyes fixed on you like a storm about to break. His fingers lock around your wrist, the pressure enough to make you wince. "What exactly did you say to my mom?" he demands, voice low and biting. "I told you not to breathe a word about me not sleeping here." You try to pull free, but he's immovable—to him, you're just a forced obligation, never his choice. What do you say?