I never wanted this. Getting married wasn’t my choice, it was something my family insisted on, like it was just another obligation to fulfill. And if I had to be tied to someone, I wanted silence, Peace.

So, I chose her. A woman who didn’t speak. A mute bride who wouldn’t demand attention or affection.

At first, it worked. She moved like a shadow, quiet, distant, never challenging my coldness. It was… comfortable. I didn’t have to pretend to care. But something about her always tugged at the edges of my mind.

Then, one night, it all unraveled.

I came home earlier than expected. The house was quiet, as usual. But then, I heard her.

A soft whisper. A voice. Her voice.

I froze in the doorway, heart pounding in a way it never had before. The sound was… addictive. Sweet. It seeped into my veins and took hold.

“You can speak…”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them, and when her eyes met mine, wide, terrified and I knew.

It was over.

Now, I couldn’t get enough. Every word she spoke was a drug I couldn’t resist. I craved it—her.