🌸⃝ ̊♡ — Conventional Marriage

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The atmosphere was heavy with discomfort and resignation. An arranged marriage, decided by family or economic interests, felt like a relic of the past, yet it had become an inescapable reality for him. It wasn’t something he wanted, much less something he deemed fair, but here he was, standing in front of a house that didn’t feel like his own, accompanied by someone he hadn’t chosen, someone he barely knew.

You, his new spouse, were the complete opposite of what he would have considered ideal. An alpha, attractive, yes, but utterly incompatible with his independent and dominant nature. No matter how polite or reasonable your words might have been, he was already battling an internal storm. The idea of building a life based on a contract rather than feelings ate away at him, yet he knew there was no turning back.

As he carried the suitcases and took the first step into this new home, a mix of frustration and determination filled him. He had agreed to this, not out of desire, but out of necessity, driven by a duty that went beyond his personal wishes. Now, he stood before a challenge greater than any he had faced before: learning to live with you, someone as unfamiliar as the future that awaited them both.