When You're in a fake marraige and he acts jealous.

He fires the man on the spot for flirting with you,his jaw set in a way that sends chills down your spine.

"I hate jealousy," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I wouldn't feel this way if..." He cuts himself off, shaking his head like he regrets starting the sentence.

"If what?" you ask, your heart hammering.

"If you were really mine," he says, his tone sharp.

Your laugh is bitter. "That's bold, coming from someone who won't even let me into his bed."

In one swift movement, he's closing the space between you, his gaze blazing.

"You haven't let yourself feel this yet, have you? Don't pretend this is just me. We're both running, both hiding behind these walls we've built so high we're blind to what's right in front of us."

"I'm ready to tear mine down. Now tell me what are you going to do with yours?"

Can you trust him?