Forced To Be Together - KTH

Before I could fully process it, his iron grip on my wrists yanked me back, slamming me against the wall. His body pressed into mine, our faces so close that our noses touched, his eyes blazing with fury as he accused me, his voice dripping with venom.

"Stop acting like you care about me," he spat, his voice a low growl. "Stop pretending to be a wife. It's just for our parents. Don't you dare to accept anything from me."

My heart raced as I felt the weight of his words bearing down on me, but I refused to cower under his anger. With a swift and practiced motion, I twisted my hand free, surprising him as I reversed our positions, now pinning him against the cold, unforgiving surface.

The air between us crackled with tension as I met his enraged gaze with a steely resolve of my own. "I know what I have to do," I retorted, my voice sharp and unyielding. "I am not your wife and you should also not try to be my husband. You can't control me or order me," I stated firmly as my finger traced his jawline. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smirk at his reaction.

His confusion was palpable as he struggled to comprehend the sudden shift in power dynamics. "Why were you acting like a wife until now, and in the shopping mall too?" he demanded, his voice laced with bewilderment.

I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly at his naivety, shaking my head in disbelief. "That was a damn act," I stated bluntly.

"What? An act?" he said, his confusion evident.

"Yes, it was a fucking act," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Because my father's men were lurking in the shadows, observing our every move. They wanted to see if I was playing my part, if I was satisfied with this fucking marriage."
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Trigger Warnings :
-Guns, Knives and other weapons.
-Violence/scenes of murder and other illegal activities.
-Strong language.

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