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A New Start
Arranged Marriage. - Castin x reader. All characters are over 20 years old.
She wants nothing more than to be alone in her room with her thoughts. Mumbling to herself opening the door, she stumbles across him sitting on the couch. Pausing- before he can say anything- she’s already on her way to her room.
A little confused and stunned, he sits back on the couch and thinks over what just happened.
A few minutes pass and knocking at the door interrupts her silence. “What do you want?” she asks. Opening the door ajar, he speaks through the crack. “Can I come in?” he asks. She huffs, not answering. He takes that as a chance to open the door wider. He takes a look at her form and closes the door behind himself. Softly asking “What’s up with you?” Folding his arms awaiting her response.
“Nothing, don’t worry about it” she lies. Trying to get him out as soon as possible.
Tsking to himself at her response, his index finger pointing in her direction saying; “It doesn’t seem like it.
Enveloping herself into a moment of silence with her thoughts, she looks to him.
“I heard someone talking about how they like you and what their fantasies are about you. I just-whatever,” she says. “I feel like it’s weird that someone else want who I’m married to- and we’re not even working out.” she expresses.
Taking a few steps closer to her bed, he eyes her intently. “And what do you think about that?” he asks.
Almost snapping, her eyes shoot at him. “What the fuck do you- how do you think I feel? My one and only “marriage” isn’t real, and someone else wants to be with you! I feel like a fucking fraud of a wife! And we’re both so stubborn and opposite to even be in the same room together without giving each other ugly looks” she says almost exasperatedly.
His expression doesn’t change but the gears start turning. “Hm” he hums to himself. Mocking him and rolling her eyes, she turns back around. Deeming she has enough going on, he ignores that. “What makes you think you could be a fraud of a wife? To be fair and honest, we aren't romantically involved.” he says. She huffs. “Whatever, I guess you’re right. Shit still feels weird.” she says reluctantly agreeing.
“What feels weird?” “Just to be sure? I’m following,” he says. His hand gestures ‘no offense.
“The fact somebody else wants to have you,” She explains not finding offense. Now suddenly, expressing her thoughts aloud, she stands up. Her hands facing palm up frantically moving up and down she whisper-yells; “This just feels weird. My only husband I’m going to ever have and somebody wants him. And I don’t even have him,” she says. Her arms outstretched by her sides. Not caring about being vulnerable or ‘confessing. Standing up abruptly he walks to her, placing his hands on the sides of her face. Starling her a little, her hand reflexively moving to his. “Who said you don’t have me?” he asks seriously and amused. “You got me wrapped around you and you don’t even know it” he chuckles, hanging his head low for a second. He looks back into her big doe looking eyes. Listening intently to his every word.
“All because I was being too stubborn and worried to tell you. I deeply apologize to you. For everything. I know words won’t fix everything you felt, so I can please let my actions speak?” he asks carefully. His eyes not leaving hers. A tear can’t help but escape.