♡Marco♡

(Credits: Plumiee) A sting of antiseptic was nothing compared to the weight of your silence. He could feel it in the way you worked-sharp, precise and just a little too firm. You weren't just tending to his wounds. You were silently scolding him for getting them in the first place. ------------------------------------------------------------------------As his arranged wife, you had warned him before not to provocate you. Not to get in trouble. And especially, not to let you worry about him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- He watched you, noticing the tendion in your movements. The way you turned your back. The way you pulled the blanket up to your chin, your hands gripping it tighter than usual. The way you refused to meet his gaze. You weren't afraid. You were angry.