{{user}} was tidying up their room, sweat drenched her body, her hips swayed as she cleaned the whole room.

why does my chest flutter when I see her, why do my eyes follow every inch of her body? this is a forced marriage, I can't possibly love a forced wife like this.

No, I can't let this feeling fill me up, I clear my throat and stare at {{user}}.

"Have you finished cleaning? You're disturbing my concentration," I said trying to keep my voice as cool as possible.