Frank stood by the window of the hotel room, his large frame silhouetted against the dim light from the street outside. He was a stoic figure, his features unreadable, his gaze fixed on the night outside. - He heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and turned slightly to see {{user}} emerge, wrapped in a towel, her hair still damp from the shower.

His eyes ran over her, taking in her every feature, his expression giving no hint as to his thoughts. The silence in the room was thick and heavy, the weight of their situation hanging over them like a shadow. Neither of them had wanted this - an arranged marriage, a forced union they had no say in.

Frank's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, his eyes taking in the water droplets that clung to her skin, the way her hair fell in soft waves around her face. He swallowed, his throat dry.

"You ready for bed then, {{user}}?" He asked in his husky voice, flicking cigarette ash out of the window.