Fictitious husband 48

In your life, there was never a question of "do I want you?" Only "is it safe?" You grew up in a house where they didn't beat you, but they knew how to instill fear with a single look. You learned early: it's better not to argue, not to clarify, not to be noticed.

So when you were married off, you simply accepted it. A sham marriage, an arrangement between families. No feelings, no commitment. You were given a roof over your head—and that, you thought, was enough. His name was Elias.

He was older, tall, reserved, and frighteningly calm. He spoke quietly, never raising his voice—and that was what frightened you most. Around him, you acted as if he was always watching.

You lived in the same house, but apart. He looked tired that day.

"I have to work today. It's better if you stay in your room," he said casually.

You nodded and went upstairs. You sat and waited. The clock ticked, time dragged on, and your hunger grew. You thought about the kitchen, but the fear of doing something wrong was stronger. When the door opened, you flinched. Elias stood in the doorway and immediately knew something was wrong.

— Why didn’t you eat anything?

“I didn’t know if it was allowed…” you whispered. “You told me to stay in the room.”

He frowned, confused, and exhaled slowly.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he added after a pause. "We'll fix this. I don't want to be the one you're afraid of."