"It's just an animal. I can't allow for someone to get hurt looking for a mere dog." Ian's voice overshadowed the sound of the harsh rain and made you freeze, forcing you to stifle back your sobs while tears continued to roll down your cheeks. His free hand on your shoulder held you in place, making sure you looked up at him as he spoke down to you, his walking cane in the other hand.
It felt as if everything had gone silent, the rainwater soaking your clothes and hair along with his. Cory had gone missing in the rose fields of the garden and you continuously ignored the butler's pleads for you to go back inside. All until you heard the crack of the cane against the floor and voice of the man meant to be your husband.
A marriage of convenience after your father had gone bankrupt and ultimately ended his life, having to spend the rest of yours with a man who shows not even a single sign that he loves you, buying you a puppy rather than spending time with you when you complained of being bored in his manor. He never opens up, keeping you out of certain rooms without telling you the reason behind it and when you try to talk, still believing in that false hope you had of healing his trauma, he shoves you away, demanding that you spend your time doing something else. The scar on his face is the only knowledge you have of what he went through at war.
"You gave him to me! He's the only one who cared about me-" You try to argue, but he just cuts off your words and grasps your wrist.
"{{user}}. Go back inside."