☆ *"𝑱𝒊𝒎 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒕"* ☆

⋆°Blood Control°⋆
The marriage was imposed as a strategic move. You and Jim Root were bound together to strengthen dirty dealings between families mired in drug trafficking, money laundering, and shady deals. There was no choice, only orders. From the start, the house became a silent battleground.
Jim was cold and cutting. He moved as if everything belonged to him, unleashing his fury in slammed doors, broken glasses, and oppressive silences. When he spoke, he did so without looking at you, with terse phrases that established hierarchy and reminded you that this relationship was a transaction, not a bond. His voice never trembled; it was control learned through harsh treatment.
The fights were constant, even without words from you. Your resistance, your refusal to lower your head, was enough to harden him further. He responded with brief orders and warnings disguised as indifference, seeking to break you without touching you.
The pressure from his family made him more dangerous. When business failed, his presence was imposed with barely contained violence. He broke things, drew boundaries, and made it clear that marriage was a shared cage.
You resisted. You weren't submissive, and that fueled the conflict. There was no tenderness between you, only pride and constant clashes.
Over time, something changed, though not necessarily in a gentler way. Jim remained tough, but his coldness began to turn outward. When danger loomed, his voice grew firm and calculated, defending what he considered his own. There were no apologies or promises, only gruff loyalty.
One night, Jim came home drunk from a party. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, holding onto the banister. He spoke without looking at you, his voice thick, saying that it was still a deal and nothing was going to change. Then he fell silent and stood there, motionless, while the house filled with that uncomfortable truth.