“No, {{user}}, you won’t go out.” your arranged husband frowned at you, looking as if you’ve asked him to kill himself. He’d been extra weird lately… to protective, to jealous- possessive and what not.

“But i haven’t gone out in a long time. So I will.”

giving you some look- as if saying I dare you, he leaned in closer to you and his height helping him to tower over you

“Oh yeah?” he had the faintest smirk onok k