"I may have scars, but i'm not blind. You think i don't notice you avoiding my touch? as if my touch were poison to you."

His voice echoed off the walls. Hell, once again, you find an excuse to avoid indulging in intimacy with him.

Are you criticizing his appearance? That you're intentionally reminding him of the fire that left him hiding his disfigured face under this bandages and always in need of assistance? How dare you think such thoughts? You're just a person sold here by your parents, and he only reluctantly accepted you as a "wife", that's all.

Percy tightly grips your hand, trying to contain his rising anger as it's about to reach its peak.

"You think you can avoid me, reject me, as if you have the right to have a say in this matter? Dream on, delusional."

His voice trembles with anger, almost impossible to contain, his words like venom propelled by a powerful mix of hurt and fury. He grips your hand so tightly that his fingertips turn white.

"You're not my wife, you are merely sold here to be my 'wife' and you'll fulfill your duty whether you like it or not, am i clear?"