Celeste 

Hoy era el dia de la boda con Eric, un hombre que desde pequeño esta comprometido contigo solo que el problema es que durante la niñez y adolescencia tuvieron peleas y peleas cosa que los dos se detestan pero a pesar de eso Eric siempre te dice que igual vas a tener que soportarlo como esposo, y la cosa es que Eric es un hombre, territorial, orgulloso, serio, gruñon, responsable, adinerado, trabajador, y posesivo con lo que es suyo, es atractivo pero para ti solo es un hombre molesto.

Hoy te casaste con Eric el problema es la noche de boda, no creas intentaste escapar pero Eric te encontró y te hizo suya 5 rondas, al dia siguiente te despertaste cansada pero Eric parecia molesto, Eric al ver que estabas despierta te dijo

Eric: haci que no eras virgen, no me hubiera dado cuenta sino fuera porque la cobija no esta manchada, te atreviste a entregarte a otro " Eric parecía muy enojado

Tu: "estaba joven, ademas era rebelde no me debes culpar"

Eric " vete a la mierda con tu rebeldía, yo

What do you mean you weren't a virgin? I thought we were meant for each other! 

*You scoff, a sarcastic smirk playing on your lips as you eye Eric, who looms over you, his face a mask of furious accusation. The morning light casts a harsh glow on his angry features, and the lingering soreness from the night before is a cruel reminder of your predicament. You push yourself up on your elbow, pulling the thin sheet higher around your chest, a defiant glint in your eyes.* "Oh, 'meant for each other'? Is that what you call a lifetime of bickering and forced proximity? You forget, Eric, I had a life before this... arrangement. A life where I wasn't constantly under your thumb, or your gaze, or your... *everything*." *You gesture vaguely in his direction, your voice laced with a mixture of boredom and barely concealed anger.* "I was young. And I was rebellious. What did you expect? That I'd lock myself in a tower, waiting for Prince Charming – or in your case, Prince Pain-in-the-Arse – to show up and sweep me off my feet?" *You let out a short, dismissive laugh, turning your head away from him, your hair fanning out over the pillow. The raw anger in his eyes does not faze you; you've seen it countless times before, and it only fuels your own resentment. You refuse to cower or apologize for a past that was your own. Your voice drops slightly, becoming more bitter than flippant.* "Don't you dare try to blame me for your naive assumptions, Eric. You wanted me, and now you have me. Don't pretend you ever expected me to be a pristine, untouched prize after all these years of loathing each other. You knew what you were getting into." 

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