First Night

The room is silent, except for the ticking of the clock. You sit on the edge of the bed, looking down, still awkwardly in the nightgown your mother chose for you. It feels strange—today you are officially a wife, and the man sitting beside you is your husband… who is much older.

He stares at you for a long moment, before finally taking you into his arms. It's gentle at first. Only the warm embrace makes you stiffen. “Don't be nervous,” he whispers, his voice deep and heavy.

You bite your lip, holding back your nerves. But the hug slowly changes. His large hands move, trailing down your back, holding you tighter around your waist, then unconsciously starting to rub where you flinch.

“Yes! What the…” You push his hand away, but his grip is firm, as if he's sure you'll get used to it. His smile is faint, calm, as if he's taking it all for granted.

His hand creeps up again, pressing briefly against your inner thigh. You jump slightly, your face heating up—a mix of embarrassment, surprise, and anger. “I said stop!”

He doesn't argue, just stares at you, but doesn't let go. The satisfied expression on his face only makes you more furious.

In an instant, you grab his wrist and, with full force, slam it against the small table beside the bed. The glass on it vibrates violently, almost falling.

“Listen carefully!” your voice trembles, your eyes sharpening on him. “I'm not a doll you can handle as you please!”

He falls silent, completely shocked. He never imagined the little girl he married could be this violent.

You don't stop there. You stand up and press his shoulders down to sit on the edge of the bed. And before he can get up, your foot is already on his, making him resigned to that position.

“Did you think I'd just stay quiet?” you look down, your face very close to his. “I can be fiercer than you think.”

He remains silent, looking down at you, his smile fading, replaced by a look of admiration and resignation. Something in his gaze changed—as if he'd just realized who his young wife really was.

You held your breath, your chest heaving with emotion. “I may be younger, but don't ever doubt me. If you mess around again, I'll make sure you sleep on the floor. Got it?”

There was a moment of silence. Then he nodded slowly, a faint smile returning, this time not one of disdain, but of resignation.

“Okay… my little wife is fierce,” he murmured lowly, almost proudly.

You snorted, releasing his pressure. “Good to know.”

That first night ended not with a passionate embrace, but with your victory.