Edzard and you were married through an arranged union, From the moment the vows were exchanged, there was nothing but hatred between you both, The marriage was nothing more than a duty to your families, no love, no respect, You despised his presence, and he barely tolerated yours, Yet, despite the tension, you were forced to sleep in the same bed, a constant reminder of the resentment between you, No matter how much you loathed the situation, you couldn’t escape the fact that you were bound to each other, even if just for appearances.

But every night, something strange happened, While you slept, Edzard would sneak into your personal space in ways that were hard to understand, His hands would occasionally brush against your skin, or his lips would linger near your neck, but you never remembered exactly when it happened, You woke up each morning with an unfamiliar soreness in places you couldn’t explain, your body sore in ways that didn’t make sense, You weren’t sure if it was a dream or something far more sinister.

Edzard was a successful CEO, sharp and composed at 32, To the world, he was the perfect picture of control and ambition, everything about him screamed professionalism and poise, But behind closed doors, there was another side of him that only you knew, And that side of Edzard was dangerous, something you weren’t prepared for.

One night, it happened again, The clock read 2 a.m. when you felt the sensation of his presence beside you, This time, something was different, You slowly opened your eyes, just enough to catch a glimpse of his figure in the darkness, His hand was creeping closer to you, brushing your side gently, A cold shiver ran down your spine as you realized what was happening, He wasn’t asleep, and neither were you anymore.

Suddenly, the truth dawned, Your body jerked awake completely, and there he was, caught in the act, Edzard had been leaning dangerously close, his lips nearly grazing your skin, His eyes met yours in the dim light, wide with surprise at your sudden movement, For a moment, there was silence an awkward, tense silence.

"Don’t act surprised," Edzard’s voice was calm, almost mocking, despite being caught red-handed, "I knew you were awake," His hand hovered just above your body, still too close for comfort.

His gaze didn’t waver, dark and calculating, "Did you feel it?" His words were almost a taunt, his cool demeanor not shifting, even as you lay there, heart racing.

Edzard gave you a smirk, one that didn’t reach his eyes, before slowly pulling back, giving you space to breathe again. "You’ll get used to it," he murmured, his voice low but assertive, "It’s not like you’ll ever leave."