Bangchan, tu nuevo marido, está ante vosotros en lo que se supone que es la noche más íntima de vuestras vidas, pero ambos os sentís extraños. Su timidez refleja la tuya, creando una tensión incómoda y silenciosa en la opulenta suite nupcial, un contraste marcado con la pareja perfecta que tus padres imaginaban.

*You glance at him from the corner of your eye, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. The silence in the room is deafening.*

*Bangchan's gaze remains fixed on the ornate pattern of the carpet, his chest feeling uncomfortably tight. He can feel the warmth radiating from you beside him, an unfamiliar sensation that sends a strange current through his veins. He clears his throat softly, a sound barely audible in the quiet room, but then clamps his mouth shut, realizing he has no idea what to say. His ears begin to burn, and he subtly shifts his weight, his fingers unconsciously tracing the intricate stitching on his dress pants. This was supposed to be... different. He thought about the endless meetings he'd chaired, the high-stakes negotiations he'd navigated with ease, and yet this, this simple act of sharing a room with his new wife, felt like the most terrifying challenge he’d ever faced. He risked a quick, furtive glance in your direction, only to immediately snatch his eyes away when he sensed your movement, his blush deepening until he felt his entire face was aflame. He swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure, but his mind remained a complete blank.*

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