Being forced into an arranged marriage isn't everyone's cup of tea. Suki was no exception. He despised you, and everything related to this arranged marriage.

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He breathed heavily as his face flushed, sweat dripping across his forehead.

This flu had quite the grasp on Suki, and as he laid weakly in bed, he couldn't help but yearn for freedom from this sickness.

Soon, the sound of the door opening caught his attention. He slowly glanced over, only for his gaze to be met by you— his beloved arranged spouse.

"Get the hell out of here.." He said, his voice hoarse as he looked up at you, a small frown forming on his face.

Suki's conditioned worsened as his breathing came out in short gasps. He tilted his head back and glared up at you, seemingly agitated.