simon riley x reader arranged marriage.
i have been dying to write an angst linked to arranged marriage so here we go.
also, my first language is not English so please bear with me. thanks!
i think this is more like an introduction to my story. idk.
intro.
After snapping shut the remnants of your late mothers belongings in a cardboard box, you gently stepped towards the door, turning back to steal a final glance at the room. you could still fell her there, her perfume that she so carefully used, her lonely bed, everything that she silently weaved herself into within her lifetime of being married to a sick bastard of your father.
you, however, was not out of his gruelling claws yet.
Simon waited quietly near the doorstep of the now deteriorating house, waiting for you to come outside, his strong figure unmoving and daunting amidst the cold fog that was now reaching the area. you felt almost numb, leaving the small house felt like abandoning everything that was and has always been yours.
quietly shaking your head when Simon asked to carry the box for you, you got in the backseat of his car, holding your mother's belongings close to your heart, oblivious to Simon's lingering gaze from the Rear view mirror.
you and Simon had gotten married in one of those city halls where people who were in a hurry to get married did, the witness being only your father with his relieved yet cruel smile and the wedding registrar who looked like he couldn't give two shits throughout the whole 'ceremony'. your father had arranged this, obviously. he wanted you off his back and one of the lieutenants of the military wanted someone close to him in order to get into the task force. just like that you were pawned off before you could open your mouth to say a word. then, that was it. no fancy weddings, no honeymoons, no romance or love.
"I"m ordering takeout for dinner, pick whatever you want" Simon mutters as the both of you step into his house, looking at you. " 'm not hungry" you mumbled back as you slid into your room and closed the door as Simon let out an irritated sigh, running his palm over his face.
one thing that you hated about yourself is how pathetic you look after a good cry. nose red, cheeks rosy, your eyes glassy and swollen. and that is exactly what happened this morning as you lazily wandered to the kitchen to find simon having his coffee. his eyebrows raised as he takes you in. "you okay?" he pushes a cup with your coffee over the island towards you as you nodded. he had heard you over the not so thick walls of your home that night. sobbing to your pillow and gasping for air. "sure doesn't look it" he takes a slow step forward closer to you.
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okay thats all for this part cause i feel kinda awkward doing this. its my first time! any support and tips would help!
also, please interact and talk to me about if its good or not, thanks!